The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink was not black, but a deep, arterial crimson that dried into a matte, rust-colored film on the parchment. It did not stain so much as it scarred. In the high, vaulted chamber of the Institute for Lexical Purification, the air smelled of ozone and old paper, a dry, brittle scent that clung to the back of the throat. Elias Thorne sat at the center of the room, his hands resting on the cold...

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