The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The iron gate shrieks. It is not a sound you make. It is a sound that happens to you. You are in the garden. The thorns bite. They do not ask permission. You bleed. The blood is red. It is too red. It is wrong. You are the Keeper. Or so they say. The stones are cold. They are old. They remember. You do not. Not yet. The fog rolls in. It is thick. It is white. It tastes of ash and old salt. You...

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