The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Halloway’s Lane into a slick, reflective mirror that caught the gaslight in trembling, golden shards. Elias Thorne walked with a heavy gait, his leather coat damp and clinging to his frame, the scent of wet wool and old copper permeating the air. He was a man of letters, or at least, that was what the town believed. In...

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