The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the manicured lawns of St. Jude’s Orphanage into a soup of mud and dying clover, and in the center of this dampened world stood the white willow, its branches stripped bare by the wind, trembling like a nervous hand raised in a plea that no one seemed willing to answer. Thomas stood at the window of the dormitory,...

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