The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The clock in the town square struck noon. The sound was a dull, heavy thud that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat in his study, a cramped room at the top of the apothecary. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light that cut through the gloom. On his desk lay the manuscript. It was not a book of herbs or remedies. It was a ledger of names. Names of the dead. Names of...

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