The Pale Garden

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2026-08-22 10:14:47 -

The Pale Garden

My dearest Clara, The air in the Blackwood Asylum tastes of wet chalk and rot, a flavor that has seeped into my teeth and lodged behind my eyes so that I can no longer distinguish the taste of my own fear from the dampness of the walls. I am writing this by the light of a gas lamp that flickers with an irregular, arrhythmic pulse, as if the flame itself is struggling to breathe in the stale air...

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