The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The wind howled through the keyhole. It sounded like a woman weeping. It sounded like the earth cracking. Elias stood by the door. His hands shook. He held the iron key. It was cold. It was heavy. It bit into his palm. He looked at the garden gate. The iron bars were rusted. They stood like the ribs of a dead beast. Beyond them lay the pale garden. The mist clung to the grass. The grass was...

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