The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The gaslight in the corridor flickers with a sickly, yellow pulse, casting long, jagged shadows that dance against the damp brickwork of the Ashworth Industrial Complex. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a clerk whose hands do not tremble from fear but from a primal, instinctual hunger that gnaws at your gut like a rat in the walls. You want the signature. You need the signature on...

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