The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain hammered the slate tiles of the Blackwood courtyard, a relentless drumming that drowned out the silence of the estate. Elias Thorne stood before the iron gates, his hands trembling not from cold but from a fury so deep it felt like a physical weight in his chest. In his left hand, he held a pair of kid-leather gloves, the finest work of his twenty-year career, crafted specifically for...

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