The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron key is cold in your hand, Louisa Trenchard, and it smells of rust and old blood. You turn it three times, the mechanism grinding with a sound like a bone snapping, and the gate to the Pale Garden shudders. Outside, the fog is thick enough to taste, a damp wool pressing against your lips. Inside, the stone paths glisten with a black sap that oozes from the cracks, pooling in the troughs...

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