The Pale Garden
The letter lay on the mahogany table, its ink still wet, the signature of the solicitor, Mr. Halloway, a jagged scrawl that seemed to bleed into the paper. You read it twice, the words sharp and final: the estate of Blackwood Manor was to be dissolved by dawn, and the missing heir, Julian, was to be declared dead if not found. You wanted Julian. You wanted him alive, standing in that room,...
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