The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain does not fall here; it hangs, a suspended suspension of grey motes that drift with the sluggish, heavy viscosity of oil, coating your eyelashes in a film that blurs the world into a watercolor of indistinct shapes and forgotten memories. You stand at the threshold of the manor, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and the metallic tang of ozone, your hands trembling not from cold...

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