The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream had no beginning, only a suffocating weight of damp earth pressing against Edmund’s chest. He was standing in a garden that should not have existed, a place where the air tasted of iron and rot, and the flowers were not flowers but pale, fleshy things that breathed in rhythm with his own laboring heart. He woke with a gasp, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of the sword...

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