The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it descended, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and turned the gaslights into weeping halos of amber. It was a season that refused to declare itself, hanging in the limbo between the last shiver of autumn and the frozen breath of winter, a time when the air tasted of wet wool and old iron. Arthur Pendelton, a man...

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