The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The deed lay on the table, a white rectangle against the dark mahogany, waiting for your signature. You sat across from me, Elias, your hand resting on the leather chair, your knuckles white. The room smelled of damp wool and old paper, the scent of a house slowly rotting from the inside out. Outside, the wind hammered against the shutters, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that seemed to match...

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