The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The smoke had not yet cleared from the courtyard when Liesel Werner walked into the main office, her coat still smelling of char and wet ash. It was November, 1904, and the air in the archive was heavy with old paper and the faint, metallic tang of the lorry reversing outside, a sound that had become as constant as the drip of the leaky roof in the lamp room. She had come to surrender the...

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