The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The crystal decanter, heavy with the weight of its own emptiness, sat in Elias Thorne’s hands, the glass cold and slick against his palm as he watched the light refract through the amber liquid into a fractured star on the mahogany table. He was forty-two, a captain in the municipal guard, a man who had spent two decades polishing the edges of his own humanity to fit the square holes of the...

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