The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass of the conservatory was thick with condensation, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and white, but Elias could still see the frost creeping along the edges of the pane like a slow, silent invasion. He was twelve years old, and his fingers were numb from gripping the brass railing, waiting for the door to the main house to open, knowing full well that Mr. Thorne, the new...

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