The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the workshop, a sound that had become so constant it was no longer heard, only felt in the teeth. Elias Vane sat in the center of the room, his back against the cold stone wall, watching the single oil lamp flicker in the draft. He was a maker of clocks, or he had been, before the guild...

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