The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream was always the same: a garden of white porcelain, shattered under a sky the color of old bone. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of dust in his mouth, the phantom sound of shattering ceramic still ringing in his ears. He was fifty-four, a structural engineer of thirty years, and his hands, usually steady as surveying instruments, trembled as he reached for his glasses. The date on the...

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