The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink dried before the sun rose. Elias sat in the dark. The room was small. Stone walls. Cold air. He smelled the iron. He smelled the fear. He was twelve. He held the pen. His hand shook. It did not stop. The door opened. Father entered. He wore the grey robe. The hood was down. His face was pale. His eyes were wet. He carried a tray. On the tray lay a white sheet. It was folded. It was...

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