The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Elias, get up. The voice came from the hallway, thin and sharp, cutting through the thick, damp air of the bedroom. It was not a request. It was the sound of a man who had not slept and whose patience had been worn down to the fiber of a fraying rope. Elias opened his eyes to the grey light filtering through the curtains, which were heavy with the weight of the November fog pressing against the...

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