The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windows of the Blackwood estate like a shroud of wet wool, blurring the world outside into a smear of indistinct shapes and shadows where the boundary between the living and the dead seemed to dissolve into a single, choking breath. Inside the library, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and the...

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