The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The jar sat on the oak table, its contents a sludge of ochre and black that smelled of wet earth and old copper. I had been grinding it for three hours, the mortar and pestle worn smooth by my palms, the rhythm of the motion becoming a second heartbeat in the dim candlelight of my study. Outside, the rain lashed against the leaded panes of the university’s east wing, a relentless, drumming...

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