The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

"Look at me," the old man said. His voice was thin, like dry leaves skittering across stone. "Do you see the walls?" Elara did not look at him. She looked at the ceiling. It was high, vaulted in a style that had fallen out of favor centuries before her birth. The plaster was cracked, a spiderweb of fractures that seemed to pulse in the dim light. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. The...

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