The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The count was one hundred and four rusted iron fence posts, and I had marked them all in the ledger with a red pencil that felt slick and oily between my fingers, the graphite smearing against the cheap paper as if the ink itself were sweating. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and I have spent twenty-two years keeping the peace in places that did not want it, which means I know how to...

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