The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged tear in the velvet silence of the midnight air, shattering the ancient peace of the village of Oakhaven. It was not the hour for worship, nor for the tolling of the dead, but the congregation gathered on the cobblestones below the church spire, their faces upturned, illuminated by the pale, ghostly glow of the moon that hung...

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