The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a grey, persistent curtain that blurred the world beyond the windowpane. Inside the precinct station, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old coffee, and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to seep from the walls themselves. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the large, arched window, his reflection ghosting over the storm. He was a man...

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