The Pale Garden
The fog lay heavy and white upon the fields of Oakhaven, a substance that seemed less like water vapor and more like the exhalation of the earth itself, settling into the crevices of the stone walls and the rotting timber of the old manor house until the world beyond the garden gate was no longer a place but a rumor, a ghostly suggestion of a world that had once been solid and now was merely a...
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