The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The sap came first, a black weep from the ceiling tiles that smelled of wet iron and old rot. It dripped onto my left hand, hot and viscous, and by the time I pulled back, the skin had already begun to harden into a crust of grey stone. I was forty-two years old, an archivist on the night shift at St. Jude’s, and I wanted the promotion. I wanted it badly enough to ignore the fact that the walls...

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