The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dampness of the cellar had seeped into the marrow of my bones long before the match struck, a cold that no fire could ever truly banish, and as I held the flame to the edge of the ancestral estate’s rotting timber, I watched the wood refuse to catch, as if the very walls were breathing against my will, a resistance that felt less like physics and more like the lingering, stubborn grief of a...

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