The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in Blackwood was not water, but a persistent, gray mist that seeped into the bones of the stone and the minds of those who lived within its walls, a dampness that Elara Vance had come to associate with the slow, rotting decay of her own ambitions. She stood before the mirror in the East Wing, her reflection staring back at her with a delay of three seconds, a uncanny lag that had long...

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