The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The stone was cracked. Elias saw it before he did. A hairline fracture running down the spine of the chapel. It pulsed. A faint, rhythmic throb, like a vein exposed to the winter air. "Is that a crack?" Elias asked. Thomas looked up. He did not answer. His eyes were fixed on the floor. On the dust. On the shadow that stretched too long for the hour. "It is only age," Thomas said. His voice was...

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