The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the low, bruised sky, a thick, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of Halloway’s Lane and seeped into the marrow of every stone wall, a pervasive dampness that spoke of rot and the slow, inevitable surrender of solid things to the wet earth below. Silas Vane walked with a gait that was both deliberate and desperate, his leather boots...

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