The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The discharge form lay on the mahogany desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the office. You held the pen, the ink dry and black, while Dr. Aris tapped a rhythm on the wood, a sound like a clock counting down to a verdict you had not yet heard. The light from the high window was thin, cutting across the dust motes in the room, illuminating the grey wallpaper that had been there...

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