The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fire took the mill first. Then it ate the bridge. Then it came for you. You are standing in the mud. The rain is cold. It is the kind of cold that goes into the bones and stays there. You look at the water. It is black. It is thick with ash. The sky is a bruise. Purple. Gray. You feel nothing. Your hands are empty. You wait for the pain. It does not come. You feel only the weight of the...

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