The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The frost had not merely settled upon the city of Oakhaven; it had invaded, a pale, creeping tide that turned the cobblestones to glass and the breath of men into smoke. Silas Vane, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the ink of ledger books and the dust of rare botanicals, stood before the Great Conservatory, watching the glass shatter. It was not a sound of breaking, but a sound...

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