The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain didn’t fall so much as it intruded, a cold, wet whisper against the single pane of glass in the library of the Blackwood estate, a place that smelled of mildew and old paper. You sat in the chair that had once belonged to your father, a man who spoke in riddles and left doors unlocked, and you felt the weight of the room pressing down on your shoulders like a physical thing, a heavy,...

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