The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall. It hung, a gray suspension in the air, pressing against the thick glass of the ward. Elias stood by the window. He held the vial. It was small. Glass. Cold. Inside, a liquid the color of old blood swirled slowly. He had carried it for three days. It weighed nothing. It weighed everything. Captain Thorne entered. He did not knock. He never knocked. His boots were heavy....

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