The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The air in the municipal archive tasted of iron and old paper, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I stood before the heavy oak door of Magistrate Vane’s office. I had waited for three hours in the antechamber, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the desperate, clawing need to be heard, to have the stain of the theft charge washed from my record so that I might finally...

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