The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The carriage wheels groaned against the wet cobblestones of the old village. Rain slicked the cobblestones into black mirrors. It was a journey toward the edge of the world, or so it seemed to Elara. She was seven. Her hands were white knuckles on the velvet seat. The house loomed ahead. It was not a house. It was a wound in the hills. The stone was pale. It bled gray in the twilight. The...

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