The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink was still wet when I woke, the black fluid pooling in the grooves of my skin like a dark, viscous blood that had escaped a wound I could not find. I lay in the center of the vaulted chamber, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment, and I knew with a certainty that bypassed all logic that I had been writing my own obituary. The words were not on the page; they were etched...

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