The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink in your fountain pen is the color of dried blood, a thick, rust-colored sludge that clogs the nib as you try to scrawl the date, October the fourteenth, into the margin of your ledger. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a scholar of minor reputation and major debt, and your hand is trembling so violently that the letters bleed into one another, forming a jagged, illegible scar...

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