The Pale Garden
The iron gates of Blackwood Manor groaned open with the weight of centuries, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room, as Sir Thomas Ashworth stepped off the carriage and into the grey, weeping mist that clung to the castle’s foundation stones. He had come to retrieve the estate for his family, to settle the debts left by his late father, but the house did not welcome him; it watched him...
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