The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog in Harrowgate was not merely weather; it was a living membrane that pressed against the windows of the Ashworth Estate, blurring the line between the inside and the out. Elias Thorne, thirty-four and stiff with the ache of a twelve-hour shift, stood before the main hall’s mirror, checking his uniform for creases that might betray his fatigue. He wanted the promotion to night supervisor,...

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