The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron key in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, biting into the meat of his palm, its teeth catching on the rusted padlock of the Blackwood Asylum’s administrative wing. He was thirty-two years old, a sergeant of the county constabulary, and then, he was nothing more than a man trying to open a door that had been sealed against him. The fog outside was thick with the smell of sulfur and wet iron,...

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