The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The clock in the hallway did not tick. It held its breath. Elias counted the seconds by the drip of water from the leaky faucet in the kitchen. One. Two. Three. The drop fell into the rusted basin. *Plink.* It was a small, wet sound. It was the only sound that mattered. He was nine years old. His knees knocked together. He sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress was thin. He could feel the...

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