The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The house breathes. You feel it in the floorboards. A slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction. Like a lung filling with cold air. You are alone. The walls are white. Too white. They press against you. The silence is not empty. It is full. Full of data. Full of code. You are a glitch. You know this. You have always known this. The mirror in the hall is cracked. A spiderweb fracture runs from...

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