The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cellar smelled of rot. Not the sweet, wine-like decay of fruit, but the sharp, metallic stench of spoiled meat. Elias Blackwood stood at the bottom of the stairs. His boots were caked in mud. The mud was black. It clung to the rubber like oil. He looked up. The hatch was open. A single beam of grey light cut through the darkness. It hit the dust. The dust danced. It looked like snow. It...

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