The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The deed of transfer lay on the mahogany table, its edges curling slightly from the humidity that clung to the stone walls of the Vane estate. You picked it up, the paper feeling damp and heavy in your hand, and refused to sign your name at the bottom. The room was thick with the scent of rotting lilies and the smoke of a fire that had burned too long. Silas, the steward, stood by the window,...

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