The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink was still wet on the final line of the will, the black pigment pooling in the valleys of the parchment like a bruise, when I first heard the wet, tearing sound coming from the wainscoting. I held the quill in my right hand, the nib trembling against the grain of the oak desk, my knuckles white with the effort of keeping the lettering straight. The room smelled of dried lavender and old...

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