The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The house breathed. It was a slow, rhythmic exhalation that vibrated through the floorboards of the attic. Thomas felt it in his teeth. A low frequency hum. The walls were sweating. Condensation beaded on the plaster, tracing veins of dampness that looked like maps of forgotten territories. He was twelve. Old enough to know he should be afraid. Young enough to believe he could fix it. The house...

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