The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The gate is always open. You know this because you have pushed it open every dawn for the last three years. The iron is cold, slick with the morning mist that clings to the valley like a shroud. You do not look back at the house. You look at the garden. It is a pale place. White roses. White lilies. The stone path is worn smooth by the feet of those who came before you, those who believed the...

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