The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The silence in Blackwood Mill was not an absence of sound, but a presence, a thick, viscous thing that coated the walls and clung to the lungs of anyone who dared to breathe within its perimeter. It was a silence calibrated by the industrial hum of the old turbines, a rhythmic thrumming that had become so intrinsic to the life of the village that it was felt in the teeth rather than heard by...

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