The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The carriage wheels groaned against the packed earth of the lane, a rhythmic, wooden complaint that seemed to echo the low, perpetual ache in the marrow of Sir Julian Thorne’s bones as he approached the threshold of Blackwood Manor, a structure that did not merely sit upon the hill but seemed to have been grown from the dark, wet clay of the valley itself, its spires piercing the bruised purple...

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