The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The muzzle of the rifle was slick with condensation, the cold metal biting into Elias Thorne’s palm as he aimed at the man scrambling through the mud. The suspect, a gaunt local named Miller, was wedged between the roots of a massive oak, his face a mask of terror that had nothing to do with the law and everything to do with the fog rolling off the Blackwood estate. He screamed that the walls...

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