The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The house breathes, or perhaps it is only the settling of old bones into the cold earth, a rhythmic creak that sounds disturbingly like a sigh in the thin, gray air of early morning, and you stand in the center of the hallway with your feet sinking slightly into the damp carpet as if the floor itself is trying to pull you down into its dark, rotting core, surrounded by the remnants of a party...

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