The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bone in your left hand is not yours. You know this with a certainty that bypasses thought, a visceral knowledge that lives in the marrow and the tendon. It is a metacarpal, pale as driftwood, polished smooth by the friction of decades in the earth. You hold it in the gloom of the corridor, the stone floor cold against the soles of your boots, and the air tastes of damp limestone and old...

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