The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The brass key was cold and slick with condensation, the metal biting into Elias Thorne’s palm as he stood before the heavy oak door of the municipal archive. It was the year 1347, and the wind off the harbor carried the scent of rotting kelp and coal smoke, a gritty texture that settled in the creases of his skin. Elias was forty years old, his face a map of sleepless nights, his hands...

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