The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The air in the cellar tasted of wet stone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled deep in my lungs. I sat on the cold flagstones, my hands resting in my lap, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles turned white against the skin. For forty years, I had kept this room. It was the heart of the house, the place where the roots of the oak tree above...

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