The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The garden behind the institution was not a garden. It was a wound. Elias stood at the edge of the gravel path. The air smelled of wet stone and decay. He held a trowel in his left hand. It was cold. The metal bit into his palm. He did not let go. "You are staring again," said a voice from the shadows. Elias turned. Officer Halloway stood beneath the oak. He was old. His face was a map of lines...

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