The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey mist that erased the boundary between the forest floor and the sky, turning the world into a single, breathless lung of damp earth. I had been walking for three days, or perhaps three weeks; time had lost its rigid architecture here, dissolving into the rhythmic, grinding ache of my joints. My name is Elias, though I had not...

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