The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a smeared watercolor of slate and rust, and within this damp suspension, Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, his fingers stained with the black dust of lead and the white chalk of geometry, holding in his left hand a sphere of polished obsidian that seemed to drink the weak...

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