The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

"You’re holding the garden wrong, love. You’re gripping it like a fist." The voice came from the shadows of the overgrown rose beds, low and raspy, carrying the distinct, wet cadence of the local dialect that clung to the backstreets of Harrowgate like damp moss. You didn’t turn. You couldn’t. Your hands were buried deep in the black, rotting earth, and you felt the roots of the pale, ghostly...

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