The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The door did not open. It dissolved. That is the only way I can describe the moment the air in the hallway of our ancestral home, Blackwood Hall, ceased to be solid and became a wet, gray membrane that we could step through without breaking the skin. I remember the smell first. It was not the damp rot of the cellar, which had flooded three days prior, but the scent of ozone and crushed violets,...

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