The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the courtyard with the tenacity of a widow’s grief, turning the world into a smear of slate and rusted iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the old asylum’s east wing, his hand resting on the hilt of his service revolver, the brass worn smooth by years of friction against his...

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