The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gates of Blackwood Penitentiary were not merely barriers. They were teeth. They bit into the fog that rolled off the River Thames, swallowing the morning light before it could touch the stone. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of the Yard. He did not look at the men. He looked at the sky. The sky was the color of old bone. It was a color that belonged to things that had died...

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