The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The garden did not wither. It grew. It was a pale, bone-white expanse that stretched across the valley floor. No flowers. No leaves. Just stems. Thousands of them. Rigid. Upright. Like a forest of ivory bones. Thomas walked through it. His boots crunched on the dry soil. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his ears. He felt the weight of it in his chest. He had come for his son. Or so he...

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