The Pale Garden
Chapter One 1893. Entry: The soil at the north wall weeps black sap. Do not touch the roots. Father says the debt is paid in bone, not coin. Seamus O'Casey stood in the mud of the ancestral garden, his boots sinking into earth that felt less like dirt and more like cold flesh. The air was still, a physical weight pressing against his chest, holding the breath of the Burren before the storm...
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