The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The muzzle flash was a small, violent sun. Elias Thorne fired. The bullet did not stop. It punched through Clara’s chest, a sound like a wet towel striking a drum, and continued on to strike the far wall. The plaster did not chip. It rippled. A dark, viscous wave spread from the impact point, swallowing the light, swallowing the air. Elias stood frozen, his service revolver still raised, smoke...

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