The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Arthur’s hand tightened on the iron bracket, the metal cold and slick with sweat against his palm. The beam groaned, a low, tectonic sound that vibrated through the soles of his boots. He adjusted the bolt, the wrench slipping once before he caught it, his breath held in a tight, painful knot. The house was breathing. That was the only way to describe it. A slow, rhythmic heave from the...

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