The Pale Garden

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2026-08-18 05:13:32 -

The Pale Garden

The ink was wet. It bled into the parchment like a fresh wound, black and spreading. Thomas sat at the desk. The candle flickered. Shadows danced on the walls. They were long and thin. They looked like fingers. They reached for him. He did not move. His hand hovered over the page. The quill trembled. A single drop fell. It struck the letter. It did not stain the paper. It turned to stone....

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