The Pale Garden

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2026-08-20 03:17:01 -

The Pale Garden

I woke in the dream not with a start, but with a settling, as if the earth had finally ceased its long, slow grinding. I was in the garden of my childhood, yet the garden was not of earth. It was a vast, pale expanse of crystalline ice, stretching out under a sky the color of old bone. The air was thin and tasted of copper and snow. In the center stood a single tree, its bark white and smooth...

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