The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You stand at the threshold of the chapel where the air is thick with the scent of wet stone and the faint, metallic tang of old blood, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeps through your wool coat but from the absolute, crushing weight of the accusation that has been fastened to your spine like a lead shackle. The community of Oakhaven, a place where the cobblestones have been worn...

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