The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had stopped, but the courtyard of the crumbling estate still wept, a slick, black mirror reflecting the grey sky that hung low over the walled city. Sadia Gondal, a linguist of thirty-two years, clutched a water-stained map against her chest, the paper soft as wet skin, while the wind moved through the eaves and whispered her name in a voice that was not quite human. She was not alone...

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