The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The door slammed. The sound was a crack of ice in a winter pond, sharp and final. Elias stood in the hallway, his breath held in his chest like a trapped bird. His hands were shaking. He looked at them. Pale. Knuckles white. They were not his hands. Or rather, they were, but they did not belong to the man who had crossed the ocean three years ago with nothing but a suitcase and a name that...

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