The Pale Garden

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2026-08-19 05:56:50 -

The Pale Garden

The glass shatters. You hold the stem. It is thin. It is cold. It is bleeding. The shards do not fall. They hang. They hover in the air of the room. A constellation of broken transparency. You are in the cell. The walls are concrete. The light is fluorescent. It hums. It is the only sound. Except for your breathing. Except for the blood that drips from the stem into your lap. It is red. It is...

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