The Pale Garden
Could the weight of a name ever exceed the weight of a body? Ursula Klein stood in the center of the banquet hall, the air still and heavy as the silence before a storm, feeling the draft from the high windows press against her shoulders like a hand. She was thirty-two, her divorce settlement in arrears, and she needed the position of Head Archivist more than she needed breath. The court was a...
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