The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain does not fall so much as it descends, a heavy, grey curtain that blurs the boundary between the asphalt and the sky, dissolving the world into a smear of wet slate and rusted iron, and you walk through it with the rhythmic, grinding precision of a machine that has forgotten how to stop, your boots striking the pavement with a cadence that echoes in the hollows of your ribs, each step a...

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