The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Elias woke with the taste of iron and wet earth on his tongue. The air in the chamber was thick, cold, and smelled of damp stone. He was not in his workshop in London. He was not in his bed. He was standing in a garden that should not exist. The hedges were black iron, twisted into shapes that defied geometry, spiraling upward like frozen smoke. The sky above was a bruised purple, devoid of...

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