The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The brass key was cold, a dead weight in Arthur Vane’s palm, its teeth worn smooth by decades of turning locks that were not meant to be opened. He held it up to the gaslight, the flame hissing in the drafty corridor of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Mentally Infirm, and watched the metal catch the yellow glow, a tiny, sharp star against the gloom. The smell of the place hit him before the sight...

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