The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not wash the city clean. It only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into mirrors of mud and decay. Elias Thorne stood under the eave of the Bishop’s House, his coat heavy with water, his breath a ghost that vanished before it could form a word. He was a man of forty, though the lines around his eyes spoke of a decade more. He was an investigator....

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