The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bells of Saint Jude’s did not ring so much as they bled, a low, thrumming hemorrhage of bronze that seemed to shake the very marrow of the stone walls. I was sitting in the archive, a room that smelled of dried lavender and the slow decay of vellum, when the light outside the high, narrow windows turned the color of a bruise. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time in the monastery...

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