The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You hold the thorn. It is long. Pale. Dry. It scratches your palm. You do not look away. The mist presses against the glass of the carriage window. Outside, the moor breathes. It is a cold, wet breath. The year is 1889. The factory smoke chokes the sky above the valley. Below, the dark earth waits. You are a clerk. You sit in the back row. Your hands are still. Your eyes are fixed on the object...

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