The Pale Garden
You have always known, with the bone-deep certainty of a man who has spent his life measuring the distance between truth and comfort, that your brother, Silas, did not trust you. He stood in the doorway of the office, his silhouette framed by the harsh, flickering gaslight of the corridor, and you could see the tension in the line of his jaw, the way his fingers drummed a frantic, silent rhythm...
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