The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The light in the library was the color of old bruised plums, slanting low across the floorboards where the dust motes hung suspended in a stillness that felt less like air and more like a held breath. "You are certain of your findings, Constable?" Lord Blackwood did not look up from the ledger he was balancing, his quill scratching a dry, rhythmic note against the parchment that seemed to...

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