The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain fell in sheets of grey silk. It slicked the cobblestones of the Old Quarter until they mirrored the rotting sky. Julian stood at the window. His reflection stared back. Pale. Thin. A ghost of a clerk. He held a letter in his left hand. The wax seal was broken. Red as a fresh wound. He did not read it. He had already memorized the words. They were in his bones. The city was a beast. It...

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