The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream began not with light but with the smell of rotting apples, a thick, sweet, cloying scent that filled the air of the stone corridor where Margaret stood, her bare feet sinking into the damp, cold flagstones that had once been scrubbed white by her mother’s hands decades ago. She was holding a bowl, a heavy, chipped ceramic vessel that seemed to weigh more than her body, and inside it...

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