The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The carriage wheels bit into the gravel of the drive with a rhythmic, grinding complaint that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots and up into the marrow of my bones, a ceaseless mechanical thrumming that matched the frantic, hollow beating of my heart as I approached the iron gates of St. Jude’s Sanatorium for the Nervous and the Incurable. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of...

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