The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mist was not merely a weather phenomenon; it was a living architecture that pressed against the glass of the greenhouse with the persistence of a debt collector. I stood in the center of the pale garden, my hands shaking as I held the thermometer, watching the mercury drop to a temperature that defied the season, while the white fog curled around my ankles like the tails of pale cats. I...

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