The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The stone does not breathe, yet you feel the cold exhalation of it against your cheek, a ghost of winter clinging to the mortar that has held the world together for centuries, a silence so profound it becomes a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, forcing you to listen not with your ears but with the marrow of your bones, and in that listening you find the rhythm of your own failing...

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