The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The gate to the conservatory was never locked, which was the first lie the town told you. You stood before it, your small hands trembling not from the chill of the November air, but from the weight of the silence that pressed against your eardrums. Inside, the glass panes fogged with the breath of a hundred dying orchids and the rot of overripe figs, a sepulchral sweetness that clung to your...

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