The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain does not fall so much as it is forced against the glass, a relentless, grey static that blurs the world outside into a smear of mud and neon, and you sit in the center of the cell, your hands bound behind your back with plastic cuffs that have cut into the skin, the nylon biting into the calluses you built over twenty years of holding a gun, a badge, and the weight of a life that no...

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