The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gate did not creak. It hissed, a sound like a dying man’s last breath escaping through clenched teeth. Marek stood in the shadow of the archway, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a key that had not turned in thirty years. The air in the courtyard was thick, stagnant, heavy with the scent of wet stone and rotting lilies. It was the year 1914, though time felt different here,...

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