The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ledger lay open on the wet stone of the alley floor, its pages slick with the rain that had fallen since dawn, and you watched the ink of the final entry smear into a black, illegible smear. It was a record of debts, mostly small ones, owed to the Guild of Apothecaries for the privilege of selling willow bark and dried lavender in the city of Bruges. You had signed it three times that...

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