The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The jar sits on the wooden table, sweating condensation in the dry, dusty air of the moving van, its contents a thick, viscous sludge that looks less like food and more like the raw, pulsing meat of a lung, a substance that has been left to rot and ferment in the dark cellar of the house you are leaving, a house that smells of damp wool and old regrets, a house that is slowly being dismantled...

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