The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The train did not arrive so much as it coalesced from the fog, a long, iron serpent shedding steam that smelled of wet ash and ancient, rotting wood, and I stepped off onto the platform at Blackwood Asylum with the sensation that the air itself was thicker, heavier, pressing against my eardrums with a dull, rhythmic thud that seemed to originate not from the world outside but from the hollow...

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