The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain, thick as wool, pressed against the windowpane of the cottage. Elias sat in the dark. He held the shovel. The wood was wet. It smelled of rot. Of earth. Of bones. He dreamed of the garden. Not the dirt. Not the weeds. The light. A pale, sickly green. The light that came from beneath the soil. It pulsed. Like a heart. Like a lung. Elias was a...

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