The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey veil that turned the world into a watercolor of slate and moss. You stood at the threshold of the conservatory, your hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, watching the condensation bead and slide down the glass panes. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting lilies, a perfume that clung to the back of your...

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