The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You wake in the throat of a dream that does not belong to you. The air is thick, tasting of wet stone and ancient rot, a heavy medium that presses against your lungs with the weight of centuries. You are not alone. You are in the courtyard of a fortress that exists only in the liminal space between waking and sleep, a place where the laws of physics have surrendered to the dictates of memory....

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