The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog did not lift. It thickened. Elias stood before the mirror. The glass was cold. It was black. It was wet. He touched it. His finger left a smear. The smear did not vanish. It lingered. It watched. "Hello, brother," the fog whispered. It was not a voice. It was a vibration. It lived in the teeth. It lived in the bone. Elias pulled his hand back. His heart hammered. It was a bird trapped...

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