The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink on the policy form was still wet, glistening under the gaslight like a fresh wound in the paper. You held the pen, your knuckles white, the nib scratching a rhythm that matched the frantic thumping of your own pulse. Outside the window of the Blackwood Insurance Firm, the London fog pressed against the glass, a grey, suffocating blanket that smelled of coal smoke and damp wool. You were...

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