The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gate groaned as you pushed it open, a sound like a bone snapping in a silent room. You were seven years old, small and shivering, your coat too large for your frame. The mist clung to the ground of Blackwood Hall, thick and white, swallowing the footpath that led up the hill. You were not supposed to be there. You were the new boy, the quiet one from the village, the one with the...

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