The Pale Garden
I was standing in the corridor when the lights first flickered, thirty-one of Corvid Lane’s memory pressing against my temples, but the truth is I had been waiting for Dr. Aris to notice me for three days. The fluorescent hum was a weight, a physical thing that settled on my shoulders, heavier than the debt I carried to a dead man, heavier than the bronze bell that hangs in the fish market...
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