The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You are standing on the precipice of the old estate, the wind whipping your hair into your eyes, the air thick with the scent of rotting lilies and the distant, metallic tang of rain that has not yet fallen. It is a night of such profound stillness that the silence feels less like an absence of sound and more like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, a suffocating embrace that...

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