The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fire started in the boiler room, a low, hungry thing that licked at the pipes and turned the air to soup. I was twelve. My name is Thomas Bradshaw, and I am the junior archivist at Blackwood Asylum. I did not come here for the work, though the work was endless; I came for the Iron Key. It hung on the Warden’s belt, a jagged thing of black metal, and it was the only thing that could open the...

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