The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Act I The plateau wind scoured the cobblestones of Vesper, carrying the grit of the river that shifted its course every spring, turning the market into a churn of mud and commerce. I am Andres Aguilar, a clockmaker, and I woke again from the dream of the shattered glass face, my hands trembling before I even opened them. The smell of ozone and old brass hung in the air, sharper than the scent...

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