The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that turned the courtyard of Blackwood Manor into a shallow lake of mirrored slate. You stood at the edge of the wet stone, your boots sinking slightly into the mud, the weight of the iron breastplate you had worn for forty years pressing against your ribs like a second, colder heart. The rain beaded on the polished...

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