The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ledger in my hand weighs three pounds, a dead weight of ink and debt that smells of damp wool and failure. I count the entries again, the same way a miser counts coins in a drawer that has long since been emptied, checking the arithmetic of a life that no longer adds up. I am Elias Thorne, constable of Oakhaven, thirty-two years old, and I have eleven months of service left before the...

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