The Pale Garden

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2026-08-19 08:02:22 -

The Pale Garden

The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Criminally Insane smelled of boiled cabbage and damp wool, a thick, suffocating miasma that clung to the back of the throat like a guilty secret. I sat at the long table, my fingers drumming against the wood, counting the cracks in the varnish. There were forty-three. I had counted them every night for six months, a rhythmic, mechanical prayer to...

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