The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and ozone. Inspector Elias Thorne stood by the window. The glass was cold. He watched the rain. It fell in sheets. Gray. Endless. Inside, the air was thick. Candlelight flickered. It danced on the walls. The walls were high. Stone. Old. Elias touched his tie. It was tight. He loosened it. Not enough. He was a man of structure. Of rules. Of duty. Tonight, he...

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