The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dress was the first thing I noticed in the dream, hanging on a hanger in the center of the room like a pale ghost of itself. It was white, or perhaps it was the light that had drained the color from the fabric, leaving it the same shade as the bone-white walls. I knew it was mine. I had always known it was mine, even though I had never seen it before. It was a dress for a bride, or a...

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