The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The transfer papers were stamped in red ink, the color of dried blood on a white cuff. "Sign here, Mr. Vane. And here. The Blackwood position is quiet. Very quiet." Arthur Vane signed. His hand trembled, not from age, but from the failing of his sight, a slow gray fog that had eaten the edges of his world for three years. He was thirty-four, a clerk in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he...

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