The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The train groaned into the station at Blackwood, a long, shuddering exhalation of steam and iron that seemed to shake the very foundations of the platform. Elias Thorne stepped down, his leather boots clicking against the wet gravel, his shoulders hunched against the biting November wind that swept down from the moors. He carried a single valise, worn smooth by years of travel, and a briefcase...

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