The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring for a funeral, but for a departure, a sound so hollow and metallic that it seemed to scrape against the inside of your skull, leaving a residue of iron dust on your thoughts. You stand at the edge of the cliff, the wind pulling at the heavy wool of your cloak, and you look back at the village of Oakhaven, where the fog sits low and thick,...

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