The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass vial was heavy in Arthur Vane’s hand, its weight a solid, cold anchor against the trembling of his wrist as he held it up to the dim gaslight of the study. The liquid inside, a murky amber suspended in darkness, did not ripple, but it seemed to possess a viscosity that defied the simple physics of water and tincture, clinging to the glass as if reluctant to be poured. He looked at the...

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