The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The wind did not howl so much as it screamed, a high, thin note that cut through the heavy wool of your greatcoat and settled directly into the marrow of your bones, stripping away the last vestiges of the warmth you had carried from the world below. You stood at the threshold of the estate, the massive iron gates rusted shut by decades of neglect and the relentless, grinding hand of time, and...

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