The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The rain does not fall so much as it is forced against the glass of the city, a relentless, grey static that blurs the line between the wet pavement of the avenue and the indifferent sky above, and you stand in the center of the foyer, your uniform pressed and cold against your skin, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that cuts through the gloom, a tiny, suspended...

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