The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it was poured out of a bruised and swollen sky, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane into slick mirrors reflecting the dying light of the lanterns. You remember the taste of the wet air, metallic and cold, clinging to the inside of your throat as you stood before the iron gates of the Whitmore estate. It was a place that...

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