The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The sky did not fall; it simply ceased to be a sky, tearing open like wet paper to reveal a void that hummed with a low, vibrating frequency, a sound I felt in my teeth before I heard it with my ears. We stood in the courtyard of the abbey, the stone beneath our feet slick with a rain that smelled of ozone and old blood, while the air around us thickened into a viscous grey fog that swallowed...

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