The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You wake in the throat of the earth, where the air tastes of iron and old, wet soil. It is not a dream, though it begins with the heavy, viscous pull of sleep, that gray water that fills the lungs before the first gasp of consciousness. You are lying on your back, the cold biting through the thin cotton of your nightshirt, your fingers tangled in grass that has no roots. Above you, the sky is a...

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