The Pale Garden
The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurs the edges of the manor house where you have been sequestered for the past three days. You are standing alone in the library, the only room in this sprawling, decaying estate of Blackwood Hall where the heating still functions, and the silence is so heavy it feels like a physical weight pressing against...
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