The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The question hung in the cold air of the staff canteen, sharper than the smell of burnt oil and wet wool that clung to the walls: who pays for the silence? Astrid Ekstrom stood by the broken jukebox, her fingers tracing the warped metal edge, waiting for an answer that the management never intended to give. She was thirty-two, a night watchman at Harrowgate, a decaying estate on the northern...

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