The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The brass compass in my hand was cold, colder than the November air that bit through my wool coat, and its needle spun with a lazy, drunken indifference that made my stomach clench. I am Elias Thorne, a surveyor of thirty years, and I had come to the Ashwood Estate to map the final quadrant of the northern moors before the winter frost set in and the contracts for next season were up for...

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