The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink on the page was still wet when the wall moved. You were holding the quill, the nib pressed into the vellum with a force that cracked the paper, trying to finalize the taxonomy of the *Lumina noctis* before the light in your left eye failed completely. The study smelled of damp rot and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had seeped into the oak floorboards of Blackwood...

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