The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ledger is heavy, heavier than it has any right to be, its leather cover slick and cold against the palms of your hands, the spine cracked where you have opened it a thousand times in the dim, damp air of the cellar. You are Elias Thorne, forty years old, a foreman at the Vane Textile Mill in Leeds, and you are holding the record of three days of silence, of a boy named Silas who is now a...

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