The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The letter sat on the mahogany desk, its seal broken, its ink still wet. You read it once. Then again. The words did not change. They were simple, bureaucratic, and absolute. You were to remain in the house. You were not to leave the grounds. You were to await the final assessment. Outside, the rain lashed against the stained glass windows of the Ashworth Manor. The sound was a steady, rhythmic...

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