The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The chalk snapped against the slate, a dry, brittle sound that cut through the silence of the study. Elias Thorne did not look up from his work. He was forty-two, a man whose hands were more accustomed to the grit of field surveys than the smooth, cold surface of a desk, yet here he was, tracing the jagged line of a property boundary that should have been straight. The paper was expensive,...

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