The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in Harrowgate did not wash the soot away; it only turned the grime into a slurry that seeped into the pores of the skin and the pages of the book. Elias Thorne stood at the gate of the asylum, the iron cold against his palm, watching the steam rise from the chimneys of the mill that had swallowed his father’s sanity. He was there to pay the debt, a sum that had grown like a tumor over...

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