The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The count was three hundred and twelve leaves, a number that sat in your mind with the cold, hard weight of a stone in a shoe, and you knew that by the time the winter solstice crept over the ridge of the hill, the Abbot would expect the final binding to be complete, a task that felt less like a labor of devotion and more like a slow, suffocating strangulation by the damp air of the...

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