The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The jar sat upon the rough-hewn table of my workshop, a heavy, lead-sealed vessel that smelled faintly of iron and old blood, its surface scarred by the very hands that had crafted it, my hands, which had spent three winters trying to perfect the alchemical balance required to hold the breath of the dead within glass, a task that was not merely technical but spiritual, a negotiation with the...

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