The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The carriage wheels bit into the gravel with a rhythmic, grinding insistence, a sound that seemed to hollow out the silence of the heath. Elias Thorne sat rigid in the back seat, his knees pressed together, his hands resting on his lap as if holding a fragile, invisible bird. He was a man of letters, of dusty archives and the quiet certainty of footnotes, yet here he was, arriving at the estate...

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