The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell rang. It did not chime. It cracked. Like a knuckle. Like a bone. Silas woke in a sweat. The sheets clung to him. Wet. Cold. He sat up. The room was dark. Not dark like night. Dark like a mouth. "Silas." The voice came from the corner. Low. Dry. He knew the voice. He had paid for it. "Master." Silas whispered. His throat was sand. "You bought the hedge," the voice said. "Now you keep...

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