The Pale Garden
You stand at the end of the long, vaulted corridor of the St. Jude’s Institute for the Preservation of Antiquities, your feet heavy against the cold, black marble, and you realize with a slow, creeping dread that you have been here before, not in memory, but in the very grain of the stone beneath you. The air is thick with the scent of damp limestone and old paper, a smell that clings to the...
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