The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and vinegar. It was a formal notice from the County Magistrate, declaring Blackwood Hall forfeit to the Crown due to an ancient curse, a claim so absurd that Arthur Vane’s hands trembled as he held the paper. He was thirty years old, a scholar who had spent his life cataloging dead things, and this was the first time a...

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