The Pale Garden
The stone of Halloway Palace did not merely stand; it leaned. It was a gothic labyrinth of grey limestone, worn by centuries of rain and secrets, its corridors twisting in ways that defied the original architectural plans. Elias Thorne, thirty-two and junior archivist, moved through the shadows with the quiet efficiency of a man who had long ago learned that survival depended on invisibility....
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