The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The letter arrived in a storm of black rain. It was heavy, thick with the smell of wet paper and old ink. I sat at the desk in my study, the room dim and cold. The window shook in its frame. I opened the envelope. My hands did not tremble. I am a man of iron. I have built a house on solid ground. I have made a fortune from the land. The letter was from the County Sheriff. It was a summons. My...

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