The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The roses died on a Tuesday, their petals curling inward like fists before dropping onto the black soil in a silent, suffocating heap. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the walled enclosure, his hands still stained with the green sap of the pruning shears, watching the vibrant red of the estate’s pride turn to a sickly, bruised purple within hours. He had come to Blackwood Manor three months...

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