The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass shattered at dawn. Not a single pane, but the entire wall of the conservatory, exploding outward in a web of white shards that caught the early light like frozen stars. Margaret stood in the center of the debris, her feet sinking into the wet soil, her hands trembling at her sides. The air smelled of ozone and crushed lavender. It was not wind. There was no wind. She did not scream....

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