The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain lashed the slate roof of Blackwood Asylum, a relentless drumming that masked the sound of Elias Thorne’s boots on the gravel. He was thirty-two, a sergeant with twelve years of service, but the man standing before the heavy oak doors felt older, worn down by a specific, gnawing fear. He held a letter in his coat pocket, the paper damp and soft, the ink bleeding into his fingers. He...

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