The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

It was not the cold that kept me awake in the damp stone cellar of the Blackwood manor, nor was it the gnawing ache in my left knee, which had swollen to twice its size after the fall through the ivy-choked ruins, but rather the terrible, suffocating silence that pressed against my eardrums like wet wool. I lay on the rotting straw, my hands bound tightly behind my back with strips of linen...

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