The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray membrane between the earth and the low, bruised sky, turning the village of Oakhaven into a watercolor left out in the damp. It was a place where the architecture had long since surrendered to the moss, the stone walls of the cottages softening into the greenery until one could not tell where the human hand ended and the creeping vine...

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