The Pale Garden
The dust in the attic of the Thornes’ ancestral home, the Pale Garden, had settled into a fine, grey powder that coated Elias’s hands and the back of his neck. He was forty-two, a private investigator who had spent the last decade chasing other people’s secrets, but tonight he was digging for his own. The fire of 1998 had taken the house, the memories, and his father’s reputation, leaving...
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