The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dying light of the gas lamps, and I stood in the center of the square, my coat heavy with water, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the town, a silence so profound it...

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