The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Chapter One In the gaslight, shadows do not stay still; they stretch and snap like wet leather. Imelda Macías stood before the Abbot, her hands white-knuckled around the stem of a withered rosebush, the only thing she had left from her mother’s garden. The air in the infirmary smelled of damp stone and boiled linen, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. She wanted her...

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