The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The boiler exploded at three in the morning, a sound like the world splitting its ribs, and Elara Vane was the only one awake to hear it. The shockwave rattled the windows of the night watchman’s booth, shattering the glass and sending shards of ice and splintered wood across the floor where she had been dozing over a cup of cold tea. She did not scream; she had learned long ago that in the...

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