The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended, gray static that coated the stones of the moor and the iron railings of the estate until everything looked as though it had been dipped in cold milk and left to curdle, and Thomas Bradshaw, who had been trained since the age of four to read the topographic contours of fear in the landscape, knew with a sickening certainty in the...

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