The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The water is green, Master. It is a pale, sickly green, like the inside of a bruise. Elias Thorne did not look up from the mortar. He was grinding dried willow bark into a fine powder, the rhythmic *shhk-shhk* of the pestle against the ceramic surface the only sound in the shop other than the rain tapping against the high windows. He measured out a pinch of the powder onto the glass tray, his...

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