The Pale Garden
The sky did not turn black; it turned the color of a bruise, a deep, swollen violet that pressed against the windows of the elementary school in Oakhaven with the weight of a physical hand. Elias Thorne, who was seven years old and small for his age, stood in the middle of the second-grade classroom, his fingers digging into the fabric of his denim shorts, watching the light die in a manner...
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