The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The frost is biting into your knuckles, a sharp, metallic pain that mirrors the cold dread coiling in your gut, as you stand before the iron gates of the Holloway estate. It is the middle of the night, the kind of deep, suffocating darkness that belongs to the old world, before the electric lights of the modern age had stripped the shadows of their secrets. You are not here to visit. You are...

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