The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The garden was not a garden. It was a wound in the earth, a pale, rotting thing that breathed under the glass ceiling of the Institute. Elias stood before it, his hand trembling against the cold steel of the visitor’s gate. The air inside smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that clung to his teeth. He had crossed an ocean to see this. He had burned his past to the ground to see this....

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