The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Thorne, you’re bleeding on the carpet. The voice came from the hallway, muffled by the heavy velvet drapes that Elias Thorne had spent the last three hours hauling from the library shelves, stacking them in a damp, rotting pile by the window. He looked down at his hand, where a shard of glass from a broken wine decanter had found the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. The blood was dark,...

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