The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ivy had a heartbeat. I could hear it. Thump. Thump. Thump. It beat against the stone of the west wall. I pressed my ear to the masonry. Cold. Damp. Alive. The house was dying. Or perhaps I was. The vines were thick. They pulsed with a dark, viscous energy. They wrapped around the doorframe like fingers. They climbed the chimney like tongues. I had come to kill them. I had come to save the...

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