The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The wind did not blow through the glass of the conservatory; it screamed against it, a high, thin shriek that vibrated in the teeth of twelve-year-old Elias Thorne. He stood in the center of the room, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards but from the sheer, violent weight of the silence that had followed his mother’s last breath. The house, a sprawling...

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