The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, gray presence that pressed against the high, arched windows of the Abbey’s undercroft, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet stone and dying ivy. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old candle wax, and the metallic tang of blood that had not yet fully coagulated. Silas Thorne stood in the center of the circular...

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