The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The water in the basin was cold, and Arthur Vane’s hands, cracked and stained with the black earth of the estate, trembled as he held the stem of the white lily. It was a frail thing, a pale ghost of the blooms that had once choked the beds of Vane Hall, but it was alive, and that fact was the only shield he had against the notice pinned to the door. He had spent the last three hours on his...

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