The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

"Is it done?" The question hung in the damp air of the crypt, sharp as a chisel tip, and I did not look up from the mortar I was mixing, the gray sludge slick and cold against my palms, tasting faintly of iron and old blood. I knew it was Clara, not by the voice, which I had not heard in three years, but by the way the temperature in the room dropped, a sudden draught that snuffed out the...

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