The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The cellar of Blackwood Manor smelled of wet rot and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste, and it was there, in the damp dark beneath the floorboards of the library, that Arthur heard his own name called out by the house itself, a low, resonant hum that vibrated in the marrow of his twelve-year-old bones. He was not afraid, not exactly; fear was for those who...

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