The Pale Garden
The white rose lies on your windowsill, its petals stiff and cold, defying the damp chill of the October morning. You are Elara, thirty-two, and the widow of a man who is already becoming a ghost in the eyes of Oakhaven. The debt on your late husband’s estate is a noose tightening around your neck, and the only way out is to sell the land, but the village whispers that the Pale Garden will not...
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