The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The light in the corridor was flat and gray, the kind that makes shadows look like bruises. I counted the hours on the wall clock. Fourteen minutes to five. The ledger was gone. I checked the drawer again. Empty. The paper was gone, but the smell remained, a dry, acidic scent like burnt sugar. Mara stood at the end of the hall. She was holding a tray of pills. Her face was smooth, vacant, and...

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