The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Elias’s fingers were black with grease as he wiped the condensation from the inside of the glass pane, the motion sharp and deliberate against the cold surface. The house, a modernist wedge of steel and transparent panels driven into the hillside of the Pacific Northwest, hummed with a low, electric frequency that he felt in his teeth rather than heard with his ears. He was twelve years old,...

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