The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Three days. That is how long the damp had been creeping up the wainscoting in the study, three days since the tribunal’s final order arrived, and three days since I last saw the sun, the light now filtered through a fog of condensation that clung to the glass like a living skin. I am Arthur Vane, thirty-two years old, a constable of twelve years’ service, and I am writing this letter to the...

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