The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Who pays for the silence of the dead? Hai Wang asked the question into the steam of his tea, the ceramic mug sweating in his palms, the heat a small, cruel thing against the damp chill of the station house at four in the morning. He was forty-five, a constable with twenty years of service etched into the knuckles of his hands, and he held the vial of opium tincture like a talisman, the glass...

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