The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The frost crept up the glass of the conservatory like a slow, white hemorrhage. Elias Vane stood by the iron railing, his breath pluming in the chill air. He was a man of books and silence, a scholar of taxonomy who had spent his life categorizing the world into neat, safe boxes. Here, in the sprawling estate of Lord Blackwood, the boxes were breaking. The estate was a palace of stone and...

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