The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The jar of honey sat on the high shelf, its glass body clouded with age, the golden liquid inside thick and still, a trapped sun that had forgotten how to move. Elara stared at it from the floor of the archive room, her fingers stained with the black soot of the candle that had just gone out. She was a clerk in the Registry of Inheritance, a position of such precise mediocrity that she had...

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