The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog in Dunhallow does not roll in; it seeps, like a stain of milk spreading across dark wood. I have lived in this house for seven years, and still the damp finds its way into the marrow of my bones, a cold that no fire can quite banish. I am a scholar of antiquity, a man who deals in dust and dead languages, yet I find myself increasingly occupied with the living, breathing rot that has...

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