The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mud of the valley did not merely cling to my boots; it seemed to possess a sentient, viscous will, pulling at the laces with a strength that defied the physics of damp earth. I stood at the edge of the tree line, the air thick with the scent of rotting pine and the metallic tang of impending rain, my breath coming in ragged, visible plumes that hung in the gray twilight like the ghosts of...

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