The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, cold exhalation that turned the flagstones of the Harrowgate estate into slick, treacherous mirrors where the moss grew thick and black as old bruises. Elara stood in the center of the garden, her fingers wrapped tightly around the small, pale vial of glass that held the last of her sister’s blood, the liquid inside a faint, pearlescent...

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