The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had been falling for thirty-seven hours, a steady, gray deluge that turned the streets of the city into a slick, reflective mirror, and Elias Thorne counted the miles on the dashboard as if they were stitches in a wound that refused to close, his knuckles white on the steering wheel of the government sedan. He was forty-two, a federal agent with a file thick enough to stop a bullet,...

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