The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain does not fall so much as it is pressed against the glass of the upper floor window, a persistent, grey smear that blurs the world into a watercolor of slate and ash. You are sitting in the dark of your study, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of the fever that has settled into your marrow. The city outside is a grid of damp light, the neon signs of the...

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