The Pale Garden
Mara’s ring was gone. She looked at the empty band on her left hand. The skin beneath was pale. It had been pale for years. Now it was just empty. The house was cold. It was a cold that lived in the walls. A cold that had teeth. David was in the kitchen. He was chopping bread. Thud. Thud. Thud. The knife hit the board. Mara stood in the hallway. She wore her wedding dress. It was white. It was...
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