The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The blood came first. It seeped from the ceiling. Red. Warm. It pooled on the floorboards. Margaret wiped her hands. She tried to stop the bleeding. She could not. The house was alive. It was sick. It was dying. She stood in the center of the hall. The air was thick. It tasted of iron. It tasted of rot. Her mother’s house. The house had always been quiet. Now it screamed. The walls shuddered....

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