The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Three hundred and twelve steps from the gate to the house. You count them every night. One, two, three. The gravel crunches under your boots, a sound like breaking teeth. Four, five, six. The air tastes of iron and wet earth. Seven, eight, nine. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and you are running out of time. The bank forecloses on Friday. That is the fact. The debt is four thousand pounds, a...

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