The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The candle guttered, casting long, shaking shadows against the damp stone walls of the cellar. Elias Thorne wiped his hands on a rag that was already black with grime, his knuckles raw from scrubbing the velvet. "You’re wasting your time, Elias. It’s rot." The voice came from the stairs. Margaret, the housekeeper, leaned over the railing, her face a map of wrinkles and disapproval. She held a...

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