The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash on his tongue. It was not a metaphor. The white flakes had been accumulating in the corners of his mouth since dawn, dry and brittle as dead skin. He sat up in the narrow cot of his office, the air thick with the scent of ozone and rotting lilies. He coughed, and a petal-like fragment of black tissue fell from his lips onto the desk. It was small, no...

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