The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the grounds of Blackwood Manor into a soup of mud and rot. Elias Vane stood on the porch, watching the water streak down the glass, his fingers tightening around the brass key he had stolen from the pocket of his dead mentor. He was a man of forty, with eyes that had seen too much silence and a back that ached with the weight of unsolved things....

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