The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was thick. Cloying. Like sucking on a nail. I lay still. The sheets were damp. Cold. I did not move. I did not breathe. The room was dark. Not night dark. Something else. A darkness that had weight. It pressed against my eyes. I knew what it was. I had seen it before. In the dream. Always the same. The garden. The pale light. The smell of rotting...

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