The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The man in the grey suit stands by the window. He does not look at you. "You are here," he says. You are here. The room is cold. It smells of damp stone and old ink. The light is grey. It falls through tall, narrow panes. The glass is thick. It distorts the world outside. You see your reflection. It is pale. Your hands are pale. They rest on the desk. The desk is oak. It is scarred. It is worn...

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