The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall on Ashworth Manor; it seemed to be exhaled from the walls, a cold, damp breath that settled into the joints of the stone and the roots of the garden. Elias Thorne sat on the overturned bucket in the center of the rose beds, his hands wrapped around a tin cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the dark pulse against the glass of the conservatory. He was...

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