The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The porcelain was cold against my fingertips, a fragility that mirrored the precariousness of my own existence in this damp, gas-lit townhouse. I am Elias Thorne, and for the last three years, I have been the architect of nothing, a ghost haunting the firm I once built with my own hands and intellect. The urn before me, a relic from a estate I designed before my "exile," had a hairline fracture...

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