The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The body was cold, but the smell was hot, a thick, sulfurous rot that clung to the back of my throat like bile. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior coroner, and I was trying to steady my hands over the chest of a woman who should have been dead twenty years ago. The abandoned greenhouse in the industrial district was a cage of shattered glass and rusted iron, the air inside so heavy with the...

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