The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The heavy woolen shawl draped across the back of the chair was not merely a garment, but a shroud of greyish-blue silence that had settled into the bones of the room. Margaret did not touch it, for to touch it was to acknowledge the weight of what it carried, and she had spent the better part of a decade trying to shake off the sensation that her hands were caked in the invisible dust of a life...

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