The Pale Garden
Thorne. The name was called out by the butler, a sharp bark that echoed off the wet stone of the courtyard, and you turned from the carriage to find Lord Vane standing in the archway, his face a mask of aristocratic disdain. He did not offer a hand; he merely pointed a gloved finger toward the walled garden, where the iron gate stood ajar like a broken jaw. You were Elias Thorne, a botanist of...
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