The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The needle slid through the lining of the Duke’s ceremonial gown with a sound like a dry bone snapping, and Elara watched the thread pull taut, a thin white vein against the midnight blue silk. Her fingers, stained with the indigo dye that never quite washed out, trembled as she tied off the knot, a small, frantic act of creation in the dim light of the workshop. Outside, the moon was rising, a...

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