The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The lock is not the issue, Elias. The silence is. I stared at the silver locket in my palm, the metal cold against the sweat of my skin. Inside, Clara’s face was not a portrait but a reflection, a tiny, distorted mirror that showed only my own hollowed eyes. Halloway stood by the window, his back to me, the fog of Oakhaven pressing against the glass like a living thing, white and relentless. He...

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