The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink was still wet on the last entry when I heard the floorboards groan in the corridor outside. I did not look up. My hand moved with the mechanical precision of a clockwork joint, scratching the date and the item number onto the ledger. *Item 4,092: Brass bell, tarnished, missing clapper.* The sound stopped. The silence that followed was not empty; it was heavy, pressing against the...

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