The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gate screamed as it swung shut. Eleanor did not look back. She could not. To look back was to admit the weight of what she carried, and her shoulders were already bowed beneath the invisible yoke. The mud of the estate path sucked at her boots, thick and cold, a viscous medium that seemed to want to swallow her whole. She was a clerk. That was the truth that anchored her to the earth....

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