The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The silence in the Ministry of Interior was not an absence of sound but a physical weight, a thick, velvet curtain that draped over the desks and the brass fittings of the Victorian office, pressing down on the shoulders of Arthur Penhaligon until he felt his bones creak under the unseen burden. He sat behind his mahogany desk, a man of forty-two years who had spent the last two decades...

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