The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ledger lay open on the scarred oak table, the ink still wet on the final entry, a line item for dried foxglove that cost four shillings and sixpence, a sum Elias Thorne could not afford but had signed his name to anyway. He rubbed his eyes, the skin feeling thin and papery beneath his fingers, and looked toward the corner of the apothecary shop where Julian lay on a straw pallet, his...

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