The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cellar light was a single, sputering bulb, and Elias Thorne counted the cracks in the plaster as he descended the stairs. One for every day Lily had lost weight. Two for every cough that rattled in her chest like a loose hinge. By the time he reached the bottom, the count had reached forty, a number that sat heavy in his gut, heavier than the iron key he turned in the lock of the old wine...

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