The Pale Garden
The feast in the village of Oakhaven was a loud, chaotic thing, the kind of celebration that seemed designed to drown out the silence creeping into the Holloway house. Twelve-year-old Elias sat at the edge of the long table, his knife slicing mechanically at a roast leg of lamb, his eyes fixed on the window where the moonlight caught the pale, shimmering perimeter of the forbidden garden. His...
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