The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The needle bit deep. Thomas did not flinch. He had learned long ago that pain was merely a signal, a wire sending a message back to a dead center. The thread was black silk, fine as spiderweb, strong as sinew. It sang a low, wet note as it pulled through the dermis of the arm before him. The arm was pale, stripped, and still twitching with the residual spasm of a body that had not yet fully...

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