The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The pen moved across the ledger with a dry, scratching resistance, the nib catching on the fibrous paper as Elias Thorne tried to balance the final column. He was fifty-four, his knuckles swollen and red from the cold, and the only sound in Blackwood Manor was the tick of the clock and the wet, heavy exhalation of the mist that seeped from the cracks in the wainscoting. It was a faint, cold...

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