The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in the Holloway estate did not fall so much as it seeped, a gray mist that clung to the skin and turned the breath into visible ghosts. Elias stood alone in the overgrown yard, his ten-year-old frame shivering not from the November cold but from a primal, instinctual terror that had no name. His mother, Margaret, lay in the upstairs bedroom, her body wasting away in a bed of linens...

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