The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream does not begin with light, as one might expect of a morning, but with the heavy, wet silence of a cellar where the air has forgotten how to move. You are standing in the center of a circular room, the walls weeping a thick, dark fluid that smells of iron and old roses. The floor is not stone, but a vast, flattened expanse of something organic and pale, stretching out to a vanishing...

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