The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The house at the edge of the moor had not been haunted for a century, but it had not been quiet either. It was a structure of heavy stone and darker timber, perched on a cliff face where the wind did not blow so much as it screamed, a constant, low-frequned moan that vibrated in the teeth and the marrow. Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose life had been defined by the rigorous taxonomy of dead...

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