The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud in the east garden was thick enough to swallow a boot whole. You stood by the crumbling boundary wall, your fingers raw and blackened with dirt, checking the mortar for the third time that morning. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and you needed this job more than you needed air. The lease on your cottage was due in a week, and...

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