The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The smell of sulfur and damp wool hung in the air of the sub-basement, a thick, tangible thing that clung to Elias Thorne’s nostrils and settled in the back of his throat. It was not the clean, clinical scent of the apothecary shop above, where glass jars of tinctures caught the gaslight and the shelves groaned under the weight of dried botanicals. Here, in the bowels of the old mill, the air...

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