The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The paper in my hands was brittle, the ink faded to the color of dried blood, and it was the last thing I expected to find in the pocket of my dead wife’s coat, which I had been mending by the light of a tallow candle that sputtered and hissed in the drafty hall of Blackwood Manor. It was a letter of introduction, unsigned, addressed to Lord Ashworth, promising that I, Elias Vane, was a man of...

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