The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The air in the dormitory was thick, suspended in a grey haze that smelled of wet wool and old paper. I did not open my eyes. I knew the shape of the dark against my eyelids. I knew the weight of the silence. It was not empty silence. It was a held breath. My roommates were gone. I could feel their absence as a physical pressure, a vacuum where warmth...

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