The Pale Garden

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2026-08-19 20:02:22 -

The Pale Garden

You stand at the edge. The mist is thick. It smells of rot. And old iron. You are the Warden. This is your duty. You do not remember when it began. You only know it must end. You check your sword. The blade is dull. The hilt is slick. Your hands shake. You force them still. This is the boundary. Nothing crosses. Nothing leaves. You are the lock. You are the key. But you are also the door. Look...

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