The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog in Harrowgate did not lift. It settled, thick and gray, like wool soaked in cold river water. It clung to the cobblestones and the ivy-choked walls of the manor house. It settled into the lungs of those who lived there. Maren was not a woman. Or at least, she was not what the town called a woman. She was a shape in the garden. A thing of pale skin and long, twisted fingers that knew the...

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