The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain fell in sheets, grey and relentless, against the high glass of the conservatory. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and decay. Elias sat in the corner, his back against the stone wall. He did not look up. He knew the footsteps. He had memorized the rhythm of them over the last three years. The heavy tread of Arthur. The light, skittering pace of Clara. "Is he awake?"...

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