The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The silence in the conservatory was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against Eleanora’s eardrums with the persistent, dull ache of a migraine that had lasted for three days, a pain so deep it felt less like an injury to the flesh and more like a slow erosion of the bone itself, leaving her hollowed out and trembling with a fatigue that sleep could not touch. She sat in the...

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