The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Elias. The name was spoken not by the Abbot, but by the rain, which drummed against the high, arched windows of the infirmary with a rhythmic, percussive insistence that made the stone walls vibrate in a low, sub-audible hum. Brother Elias stood at the bedside of his daughter, Clara, who lay still beneath a woolen blanket that smelled of lavender and the medicinal herbs the order brewed for the...

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