The Pale Garden
The first thing to fall was the boundary, and then the silence that followed it was so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. It had not been a storm, nor a tremor of the earth, but a sudden, violent unraveling of the air itself. The iron gates of the estate, those ancient sentinels that had stood for three centuries, did not rust or bend; they simply ceased to...
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