The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The fog was thick enough to taste, a wet, metallic slurry that coated the back of my throat and made the air in the courtyard feel like a held breath that would not release. I stood before the Pale Garden, the hedge of white, weeping willow that had grown overnight to span the entire northern wall, its branches twisting with a slow, deliberate purpose that no wind could account for. My hand...

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