The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

She woke in the dark. The air tasted of rust and wet stone. Marguerite pushed herself up from the floor, her joints screaming in protest. She was not in her bed. She was not in the apartment above the bakery. She was in a room that breathed. The walls pulsed with a slow, rhythmic throb, like the heart of a beast buried deep in the earth. "Get up," a voice rasped. It came from the corner. A...

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