The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink bled from the stone with a wet, arterial hiss as Arthur Vane’s thumb pressed against the carved glyph, the dark fluid seeping into the whorls of his fingerprint like a stain that refused to wash out. He was standing in the cellar of Blackwood Hall, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and old rot, while above him the muffled thump of the orchestra played a waltz that seemed to...

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