The Pale Path
The garden behind the administrative building was not a place for contemplation, but a space of neglect, a grey patch of concrete and dying weeds that no one in the firm had ever thought to maintain. Margaret stood before the single oak sapling that had been planted there three years ago by a well-meaning partner who had since moved to the coast, its branches thin and brittle, stripped of their...
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