The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass vial in my hand was warm, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat that matched no fever I had ever charted. I held it up to the gaslight of the Whitechapel alley, watching the liquid inside swirl, a pale, milky suspension that seemed to thicken as I stared, defying the laws of viscosity I had spent a decade mastering. The cobblestones were slick with the night’s drizzle, reflecting the...

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