The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain didn’t fall so much as it was forced into the street, a gray, liquid hammering that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane into slick, black mirrors. Elias Thorne stood on the threshold of his shop, *Thorne & Sons Alchemical Supplies*, watching the downpour with the stillness of a man holding his breath underwater. He was a tall man, gaunt, with hands that trembled only when he...

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