The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn across the windowpane of the carriage, blurring the world into a watercolor of mud and withered leaves. You sat with your back pressed against the velvet upholstery, your fingers trembling slightly around the stem of the white lily that lay in your lap. It was a fragile thing, its petals already beginning to curl inward, bruised by...

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