The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream began not with sound but with the sensation of wetness, a cold, viscous dampness that seeped through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots and climbed the length of his shins, pooling in the creases of his knees like stagnant rainwater. He stood in a garden that was not a garden, but a labyrinth of iron bars and shattered glass, under a sky the color of a bruised plum, where the air...

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