The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The soil in the Pale Garden does not merely warm; it breathes. I have felt it against my bare palms, a pulse beneath the frost that defies the December wind howling through the bare branches of Blackwood Manor’s elms. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have tended this ground for nineteen years, since the day Arthur Vane died and left me with the widow and the weight of his legacy....

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