The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink was still wet on the ledger page when I noticed the stain spreading across the stone floor. It was not blood, not exactly. It was a pale, viscous fluid, thick as cream, oozing from the mortar joints of the old manor’s foundation. I wiped it with my handkerchief, but it smeared into the grain of the wood, leaving a ghostly track that smelled faintly of iron and rot. The silence in the...

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