The Pale Garden
The letter was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of damp wool. Elias Thorne held it in his ink-stained hands, reading the jagged handwriting of Lord Blackwood for the third time, though the words had long since blurred into a single, vibrating threat. *The manuscript must be returned by dusk on the third day, or the library burns.* It was a simple command, stripped of courtesy, signed...
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