The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the heavy, damp air of the valley, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the earth and the sky, leaving the village of Oakhaven in a state of perpetual, suffocating twilight where the cobblestones gleamed with a slick, oily sheen that reflected the dim, amber light of the gas lamps, which flickered with an arrhythmic,...

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