The Pale Garden
Blackwood Manor does not rot; it waits. I have lived in its shadow for three years, a physician to the isolated estate of the Ashworth family, and in that time I have learned that silence is a weight. My brother, Julian, is dying. He is thirty, I am forty-two, and he is my mirror, his arrogance a reflection of my own hubris. We are both men who believe we can outwit the dark. The source of his...
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