The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ivy on the north face of the Whitmore manor did not merely climb; it strangled, a thick, verdant shroud that pulsed with a life entirely indifferent to the rot beneath it. It was a living thing, ancient and hungry, and in the eyes of young Arthur, it was the only honest thing left in a house where the air smelled of lavender and lies. He was twelve, a boy of sharp elbows and softer fears,...

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