The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass cracked. It was a thin sound. A whisper. I watched the spiderweb spread across the pane. It held. For now. I am a man of duty. I am a shield. I stand between the chaos and the order. I have spent twenty years in the grey hallways of the Ministry. I have learned to smile. I have learned to nod. I have learned to be a wall. But walls have seams. The garden outside was dead. Not winter...

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