The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in; it sits, a thick, grey shroud that has not lifted in twenty years, the very length of your service as a constable. You are Elias Thorne, and you are running, not toward a crime scene, but toward the hospital where Clara lies, her breath shallow and ragged in the machine’s rhythm, the pale blue of the tubes a stark contrast to the grey of your uniform. Your...

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