The Pale Garden

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2026-08-18 13:26:55 -

The Pale Garden

The bell above the door did not ring, but rather sighed, a low, metallic exhalation that seemed to draw the air out of the room. I stood at my station, the ledger open before me, its columns of figures blurring into a single, rhythmic pulse. The ink was still wet, a black vein running through the paper, staining the white of the page with a permanence that felt less like record-keeping and more...

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