The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

You drift in a sleep that is not quite sleep, a viscous suspension where the boundaries of the self dissolve into the damp, breathing walls of a place that looks terribly like the old Orphanage on Blackwood Lane, but is somehow much larger, much darker, and infinitely more hungry. You are you, but you are also the wallpaper, you are the dust motes dancing in the single beam of pale, sickly...

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