The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The roof collapsed. It did not fall. It peeled. Shingles lifted like dead skin, revealing the black void beneath. Then the ceiling. Then the air. Mara fell. She did not scream. Screaming required breath. Breath was a luxury she had lost. She landed on the floor of the attic. Or what had been the attic. Now it was a void. A white, silent expanse. No edges. No ceiling. Just white. And the sound...

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