The Pale Garden
The letter lay open on the desk, its ink still wet and glistening under the single, flickering gaslight that cut a sharp cone through the dust of the library. It was a standard municipal notice, printed in the dry, bureaucratic typeface of the County Health Office, informing Captain Elias Thorne that the quarantine of Blackwood Hollow had been lifted, that the plague had receded, and that the...
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