The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream began with the sound of breaking glass, not the sharp, brittle crack of a window, but the soft, wet shatter of ice giving way under too much weight. Julian woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and the distinct, lingering sensation that his fingers were still wrapped around a stem. He was twelve, old enough to know he should not be in the West Wing, old enough to know that...

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