The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The frost did not merely settle upon the glass of the apothecary’s upper window; it grew there, a slow and intricate web of white lace that seemed to crawl from the corners toward the center, swallowing the gray morning light of the old town. Elias Thorne stood before his workbench, a slab of dark oak scarred by decades of knife marks and spilled tinctures, and watched the ice form. He was a...

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