The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

I was pressing the spine of the 1893 ledger when the ink began to move. It did not run; it migrated, a slow, viscous bleed that seeped through the vellum and onto my thumb, cold and wet as a fresh bruise. I pulled my hand back, watching the black stain spread across the whorls of my skin, a dark flower blooming in the sterile white light of the sub-basement. The Blackwood Institute’s tenure...

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