The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that blurred the edges of the brickwork and softened the sharp angles of the streets into a single, dripping smear. Margaret Holloway stood before the mirror in the narrow hallway of her apartment, watching the water bead on the glass, and felt a strange, cold detachment from the body that was staring back at her. She...

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