The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gate of the Blackwood Asylum groaned open under the weight of your hands, the metal slick with the November damp that had soaked through your coat and settled into the marrow of your bones. You stood before the entrance, clutching the letter in your left hand, the paper soft and yellowed from twenty years of being folded and unfolded in the palm of a man who had waited too long for...

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