The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink was still wet when I found the lie. It sat there on the page, a stark white line of text against the yellowed paper, dated today. October 14, 1924. I held the journal of Patient 402, a woman who had died in 1904, and read the sentence three times. A white rose bloomed in the concrete floor. I checked the next journal, Patient 403. Same date. Same sentence. Same rose. The air in the...

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