The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream was not a vision of light, but a slow, grinding descent into a garden where the stones wept. Julian stood at the edge of a crumbling terrace, his armor rusted into the shape of his ribs, watching as the pale moonflowers at the center of the plot burst open, not with petals, but with the white, jagged shards of bone. He reached for the nearest stem, and his fingers, which he remembered...

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