The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fire started in the ink. It was a small thing. A spark. A drop of molten lead. It hit the paper. The paper caught. The room was dark. I was awake. I am a man of the law. I know the weight of a badge. I know the silence before a shot. I know the heat of a barrel. I have held that heat. I have released it. I do not regret it. I regret the ink. The town was dead. Steam hissed from the pipes....

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