The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Mara arrived at Blackwood Manor on a Tuesday. The rain was cold. It stung her face. She drove the rental car through the gates. The iron was rusted. Red dust coated the windshield. She wiped it away. Her hands were shaking. She did not know why. She was twenty-four. She was tired. She had come for the money. Her mother was dying. The diagnosis was clear. The costs were higher. The man who owned...

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