The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mist that crept through the iron gates of the Whitmore estate did not behave like weather; it behaved like a living thing, a pale, viscous fluid that sought to erase the boundary between the living world and the grave. You stood at the head of the long mahogany table in the family library, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and old paper, while the silence of the room pressed...

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