The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass shuddered under Elias’s fist, a sharp, high-pitched shriek that cut through the humid, stagnant air of the conservatory. He stood there, twelve years old and trembling, watching his knuckles turn white against the cold pane, while his father, Arthur Vane, stood ten feet away with his arms crossed and his face a mask of absolute, icy indifference. The garden behind the glass was a mess...

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