The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The candle flame in the vault of St. Jude’s Abbey did not flicker, but Elias Thorne felt the air around it thin, a vacuum sucking the warmth from his lungs. He was forty-two years old, a master engraver with hands that had cut silver for kings and merchants, but tonight his fingers trembled over the block of polished metal, the burin poised like a needle about to pierce a vein. The commission...

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