The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream was a garden. Not the overgrown, wild tangle of the estate’s rear yard, but a place of sharp, geometric order. Hedges cut into low, pale walls. Gravel paths crunching under silent feet. In the center, a fountain. The water did not splash. It hung in the air, suspended in glass-like columns, catching the light of a sun that never set. Eleanor stood at the edge. She watched the water....

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