The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The blood on the pale rosebushes was not a metaphor, but a wet, rust-colored smear against the creamy petals, and Arthur Vane stood in the center of the walled garden, his fingers trembling so violently that the iron gate rattled in its frame, as if the very air of the Blackwood estate had grown teeth. He was a clerk, a man of ledgers and quiet obedience, yet in this moment, looking at the...

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