The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream was always the same. It began with the weight of the uniform, a leaden shroud that pulled at Elias’s shoulders, heavier than the wool it was made of. In the dream, he stood in a garden of pale, skeletal trees. The branches were like broken fingers, reaching for a sky that refused to brighten. He was not hunting. He was searching. The search was a physical ache, a hollow space in his...

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