The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The house was dying. It stood at the end of a long, gravel drive. The stones were pale. They looked like bones. I stood in the doorway. I held a clipboard. It was heavy. My hand shook. I am an investigator. That is my job. I look for faults. I look for cracks. I look for the way things break. The building is a place of study. It is old. It is quiet. The air smells of dust. It smells of wet...

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