The Pale Garden
You are standing in the center of the garden, and the silence is so thick it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, a heavy woolen blanket smothering the air before a storm that has been waiting for three days to break. The fog is not merely weather here; it is a living thing, a pale, viscous fog that seeps through the cracks in the foundation of the estate, curling around...
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