The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The key turned with a sound like a bone cracking. I pulled the brass lever down, the cold metal biting into my palm, and the heavy oak door of the basement swung inward. The air that rushed out was stale, thick with the smell of wet plaster and something older, something sweet and rotten like overripe fruit left in the sun. I clicked on my flashlight. The beam cut through the dark, illuminating...

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