The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it stood, a thick, gray wall that smelled of wet iron and rotting lilies. Elias Thorne stepped off the carriage, his boots sinking into mud that felt uncomfortably soft, like flesh. He was here for the deed. His uncle, the late Magistrate Thorne, had died, and with him, the promise of the manor, the estate, and the quiet dignity of being the heir. Elias...

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