The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass bell jar sat on the mahogany desk, a perfect, translucent sphere that held within it a single, withered sprig of rosemary, yet to Elias Thorne, it appeared as a vast, breathing lung of pale green fire, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the beating of his own heart in a way that was both intimate and terrifying. He did not wake so much as he was pulled upward from the depths of that...

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