The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The carriage wheels ground against the gravel of the drive, a harsh, shrieking sound that seemed to tear the silence of the morning, and I sat with my hands white-knuckled on the leather seat, feeling the weight of the iron box in the carriage behind me like a stone tied around my own neck. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a merchant of rare seeds, and I have come to the isolated estate...

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