The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink on the ledger was still wet when you signed your name, a dark smear of cinnabar that looked less like a signature and more like a wound. You stood in the center of the archive, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and the stale, metallic tang of old blood, the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light that pierced the gloom like a pale, accusatory finger. This was the...

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