The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The violet smudge on Elias Thorne’s left cuff was not merely a stain; it was an accusation, a fresh, wet intrusion into the sterile, beige monotony of his existence, and it forced him to confront the impossible reality that he had, in some unremembered night, been elsewhere, doing something other than sleeping. He stood before the bathroom mirror in his apartment, a stark box of concrete and...

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