The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rot had reached the flour sacks by Thursday, a pale, webbing fungus that smelled faintly of wet chalk and old pennies, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Blackwood Sanatorium’s supply room, his hands hovering over the burlap as if he could push the decay back with sheer will. "It’s manageable," he said, his voice flat and hard, cutting through the low hum of the ventilation system...

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