The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the leaded glass of the high windows, a rhythmic, hollow percussion that echoed in the empty halls of Blackwood Manor. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the library, his fingers tracing the spine of a leather-bound volume. He did not open it. He only felt the wear of the binding, the softness of the leather where it had been handled...

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