The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The jar weighed four pounds, six ounces, and a specific, heavy kind of silence. Elias Thorne counted the seconds between the drips of the black fluid seeping from the cellar wall, one, two, three, keeping the rhythm steady while his fingers traced the glass rim. The hand inside was Clara’s. It was preserved in formaldehyde, or so the label on the jar read in his own cramped handwriting, but the...

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