The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mud under my boots was thick, a cold slurry of clay and rot that sucked at my heels with a wet, tearing sound, and the rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless grey sheet that blurred the world into a smear of shadow and water, so that I could not tell where the end of the field was or where the sky began, only that I was running, my lungs burning with the taste of iron and stale...

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