The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and dissolved the distinction between the inside and the outside. Inside the shop, the air was thick with the scent of cedar shavings and old wool, a smell that Elias Thorne had breathed for forty years until it was indistinguishable from the scent of his own skin. He stood before the window,...

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