The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

In the dream, which lasted longer than the waking life that had preceded it, there was a garden made of bone. The stalks were femurs, polished white by an ancient sun that did not set, and the leaves were ribs, thin and translucent, trembling in a wind that smelled of iron and old dust. The dreamer stood at the edge of this pale expanse, his hand resting on a pommel of cold steel, feeling the...

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