The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The candle sputtered, casting long, jagged shadows against the damp stone walls of the scriptorium, where the air smelled of rotting parchment and iron-rich blood. Thomas, twelve years old and thin as a reed, watched Brother Elias press the quill to the vellum, his hand trembling not from cold but from the secret pain that lived in his fingertips. The ink was black, viscous, and alive; it dried...

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