The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fire started in the eaves of the conservatory. It was a small thing at first. A whisper of orange against the dark glass. Then the smell. Sulfur and dry wood. Margaret did not scream. She did not run. She stood in the center of the room, her hands gripping the back of the mahogany chair until her knuckles turned white. The heat pressed against her face like a living hand. Thomas was in the...

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