The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The garden had been waiting for her. Not literally, of course—gardens do not wait, they merely persist, indifferent to the passage of human grief—but Clara Whitcombe felt that certainty in her bones the moment she pushed open the rusted iron gate and heard it groan, that low metallic complaint echoing through the overgrown path like a voice she almost recognized. She had not intended to come...

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