The Pale Garden

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2026-08-17 10:52:42 -

The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the atmosphere, a relentless, viscous drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a slick, reflective mirror where the gas lamps bled their amber light into the wet stone, and I stood there, my boots sinking into the mud, feeling the cold seep through the soles and up into my marrow, a physical weight that mirrored the...

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