The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The letter lay on the steel table, the paper thin as onion skin, the ink black and final. Elias Thorne read it twice. His fingers, thick and scarred from twenty years of heat, did not tremble. He was a master glassblower, a title that meant nothing to the men in suits who now ruled St. Jude’s Hospital. The letter was from Mr. Vane, the new director. It cited "operational inefficiencies" and a...

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