The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The house in the hollow did not sleep; it listened. We had lived in this sprawling, decaying Victorian manor for three years, a period of time that felt less like a duration and more like a slow, suffocating inhalation that never ended in an exhale. I was the outsider, the one who had crossed the ocean to find a quiet place to bury my grief, but the house was older than my silence, and it had...

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