The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray weeping that turned the gravel paths of Blackwood Manor into a slurry of mud and decay. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the rotting conservatory, his boots sinking into the wet flagstones, holding the deed of sale in his trembling hands as if it were a holy text written in a language he could no longer read. He was forty-two, a man...

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