The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The velvet choker, a band of black silk so tight it seemed to choke the very light from her throat, did not belong to Eleanor, yet it had grown into her flesh over the course of three centuries, becoming not a garment but a second spine, a rigid architecture of sorrow that held her upright in the decaying halls of the Blackwood Palace while the world outside turned to dust and silence. She...

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