The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The jar sits on the counter. Glass. Thin. It holds a spoon. The spoon is silver. It is bent. You hold the jar. Your fingers are cold. The town is grey. Rain hits the windows. You are not like the others. You know this. They do not know. You feel the difference in your teeth. It hums. "Put it down, Elara," says Thomas. He stands in the doorway. His coat is wet. He smells of rain and diesel....

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