The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The house at the end of Sallow Lane did not sit upon the land so much as it hung there, suspended by a web of damp roots and the heavy, invisible weight of centuries. It was a Victorian monstrosity, all jagged gables and leaded glass that had turned the color of bruised plums. Inside, the air tasted of dust and old paper, a stagnant atmosphere that clung to the back of the throat like phlegm....

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