The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The sky broke open at three in the afternoon. Not with thunder. With light. A sheet of white fire tore across the clouds over the Ashworth estate. It did not strike the house. It struck the garden. I stood in the kitchen. I held a cup of tea. It was lukewarm. I watched the white light bloom through the glass. It was beautiful. It was wrong. My father died that morning. He had been in the...

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