The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog rolled into the city of Blackwood not as a mist, but as a solid wall. It swallowed the gas lamps first, then the cobblestones, and finally the edges of the world. Thomas stood at the window of his father’s study. He was twelve years old. His hands were white. They were cold. He pressed them against the glass. The pane was ice. Outside, the garden was gone. Or so it seemed. The trees,...

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