The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The obsidian shard cut my thumb. A thin line of blood welled up, dark against the pale stone of the garden wall. I wiped it on my trousers and looked again at the broken mirror. It had been whole once, a relic from the estate’s central hall, but now it lay in pieces, each fragment a black eye staring back. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a senior inspector in the Ministry of Internal...

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