The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The soil was wet and cold against your palm, slick with a slime that felt less like earth and more like the skin of a dead fish. You wiped your hand on your trousers, leaving a dark, greasy smear on the wool, and looked up at the east wing of Blackwood Asylum. The pale flowers were blooming again. They had not been there an hour ago. Now, a thick carpet of white petals covered the ground near...

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