The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

In the damp, rusted grip of the train seat, Elias Thorne held a brass pocket watch, its face cracked by a blow he could no longer recall, the second hand ticking with a frantic, irregular stutter that seemed to outpace the slow, grey crawl of the landscape outside. It was November of 1893, and the air in the carriage tasted of coal smoke and wet wool, a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed...

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