The Pale Garden

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2026-08-18 06:45:09 -

The Pale Garden

The mirror cracked. Not with a sound, but with a sigh. I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the feeling that my reflection had stepped away from the glass. The bedroom was dark, heavy with the damp chill of the city that never truly slept. Outside, the rain tapped against the windowpane like a knuckle on wood. Soft. Persistent. I lay still. I did not move. I could not move. Not...

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