The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gate shrieks against the rusted hinges as you force it open, the sound a jagged tear in the silence of the valley, and you stand there in the grey light of early morning, your hands trembling not from the cold that bites at your knuckles but from the terrible, vibrating weight of the truth you have carried for seven years, a truth that smells of damp earth and old blood, and you know,...

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