The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain fell on the slate roof of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane and the Incurable with a rhythmic, mechanical persistence that Edmund Vane had long since stopped hearing. He stood at the heavy oak desk, his hands resting on a stack of leather-bound intake forms, the leather cracked and dry as old skin. The room smelled of damp wool, camphor, and the faint, sweet rot of decay that seeped...

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