The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream was of salt. Not the clean, white crystal of the kitchen, but the gritty, grey residue of the sea floor, packed tight against the teeth. Elara woke with the taste of brine on her tongue and the sensation of wet sand in her hair. She was in her cell. The stone walls wept. A thin, cold rivulets of condensation traced the mortar, weeping like a penitent who had prayed too long and...

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