The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain has a taste. You know this. It tastes of iron and old rot. You stand at the window of the basement office, watching the grey curtain fall against the brick wall of the adjacent building. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs it, a small, fragile cloud that vanishes before it can form a word. "Are you listening?" The voice comes from behind you. Sharp. Fractured. It is Margaret. She does...

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