The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Act I Alice Muncy sat at the desk in the East End loft, her forty-five-year-old hands resting on the leather-bound ledger, and the first thing she heard was the silence where the tin roof’s tick had been. The sirocco had driven three days of heat into the bones of the house, a physical weight that pressed against the windowpanes and made the air taste of dust and old iron. She needed to finish...

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