The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gates of Vane Estate did not open with a creak, but with a groan that sounded distinctly like a man clearing his throat before delivering a death sentence. I stood there in the mud, my lantern casting long, trembling shadows against the wet cobblestones, listening to the Magistrate’s voice echo from the porch behind me, a voice that had hardened into something resembling stone. My son,...

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