The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in 1893 did not wash; it eroded. It slicked the cobblestones of the lane leading to Blackwood Sanatorium, turning the world into a smear of grey mud and iron, and Arthur Vane stood at the gate with his leather case sweating against his hip. He was thirty years old, a junior clerk with ink-stained fingers and a reputation that had curdled overnight into suspicion. The accusation was...

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