The Pale Garden
The rain has been falling for three days, a thin, persistent mist that settles into the crevices of the city like a secret too heavy to keep, and you stand in the center of the office, your hands trembling not from cold but from the sudden, violent realization that the evidence you have spent the last six months cultivating is not a weapon against the world, but a mirror reflecting your own...
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