The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell did not ring so much as it screamed, a high, thin shriek that tore through the heavy, stagnant air of the library’s east wing, shattering the silence that had settled over the university like a burial shroud. I was standing at the head of the long oak table, my hands trembling so violently that the ink in my fountain pen had begun to bleed, spreading a dark, wet stain across the...

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