The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that settled into the crevices of the ancient stone and the pores of the skin, turning the world outside the high, narrow windows of the manor into a watercolor that was slowly being washed away by time. Elias Thorne stood before the great oak doors, his hand resting on the cold iron handle, feeling the weight of the silence...

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