The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain hit the glass with a sound like teeth chattering. It was cold in the cell block. Colder than it had any right to be for a season that was supposed to be mild. I sat on the metal cot, the cold seeping through my trousers into my bones. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a warden. Or I was. Now I am just a man who broke the rules and was left in the dark. "You’re trembling, Elias." I didn’t...

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