The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cellar of the old Whitmore manor did not smell of dust, as one might expect from a place that had been sealed for forty years, but of wet iron and the sweet, rotting cloy of lilies that had long since ceased to be alive, a scent that clung to the back of Elias’s throat like a physical weight, a tangible reminder of the decay that waits patiently in the dark for the living to stumble upon...

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