The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gate hangs open, its hinges weeping rust into the gravel. You stand on the threshold of the Ashworth estate, the cold biting through the thin fabric of your coat, the air thick with the scent of wet rot and old stone. Your hand rests on the pistol at your hip, the weight of it a familiar, cold comfort against your hip bone. You are here to take inventory. Or perhaps to end it. The...

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