The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The air in the sub-basement is not air, but a suspended fluid of dust and dread, thick enough to taste like copper and old pennies. You are on your knees, your tactical vest digging into your sternum, your breathing a ragged, mechanical rattle that vibrates through the soles of your boots. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker with a sickly, arrhythmic pulse, casting long, jittery shadows...

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