The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mortar crumbles in your palm, turning to grey dust that slips through your fingers like wet sand. You stare at the fissure in the south wall of Blackwood Hall, the stone weeping a black, viscous fluid that smells of turned earth and old blood. It is November, and the solstice is six days away, but the rot has accelerated, spreading from the foundation cracks into the very fabric of the...

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