The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rotunda of Blackwood Asylum smelled of wet wool and old copper. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the circular hall, his fingers white-knuckled around the jagged edge of a broken mirror. The glass did not reflect the rotunda’s peeling plaster or the dust motes dancing in the gray light from the high windows. It reflected Clara. She was twenty-two, wearing her yellow summer dress, standing...

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