The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The man in the silver waistcoat did not blink. Arthur Vane stood in the doorway of the library, his hand still resting on the cold brass handle, and watched the figure seated by the dying fire. The room was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a heavy, stagnant air that pressed against Arthur’s lungs. Outside, the wind howled across the moor, rattling the shutters of Blackwood Manor...

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