The Pale Garden
The train hissed to a halt in the rain, a metallic exhale that seemed to shatter the silence of the platform, and Elias Vance stepped onto the wet cobblestones with the careful, deliberate precision of a man carrying a burden that did not exist but weighed as much as the world. He was a mid-level actuary for a municipal insurance firm, a man whose life was governed by the cold arithmetic of...
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