The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The door was not wood. It was bone. "You hear it?" Silas did not answer. He could not. His tongue was heavy, thick with the dust of the cellar. He stood before the Great Arch, the central pillar of the Monastery of Saint Jude. It rose from the floor like a spine, white and curved, ending in a vaulted ceiling that breathed. The walls were not stone. They were skin. Pale, taut, and veined with...

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