The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bone was in my mouth. I did not know it was a bone until I bit down. It cracked with a sound like a twig snapping in a silent forest. I was screaming, but no sound came out. Only the taste. Dusty. White. Sweet. I spat it onto the floor of the room. The room was not a room. It was a space between seconds, a void where the air tasted of copper and old roses. I was standing in the center of...

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