The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You stand at the edge of the black mud, where the river has swallowed the foot of the old stone wall, and you hold the ring in your left hand, the cold metal biting into the flesh of your palm as if it were a living thing seeking warmth, a small, circular scar that refuses to heal, a mark of ownership that has outlasted the body it was meant to adorn, and you are tired, God help you, you are so...

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