The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The morning light did not break into the room so much as it seeped, a viscous and pale fluid that pooled in the corners of Eleanor’s study, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air like the ghosts of forgotten thoughts, a silence so profound it seemed to have weight, pressing against her temples as she sat before the mahogany desk, her hands resting on the cold surface,...

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