The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ledger lay open on the stone table, its pages thick with the weight of names that had not been spoken aloud in forty years. You turned the page with a thumb that trembled slightly, not from cold, but from the effort of keeping your hands still while the roots beneath your boots shifted in the dark. The ink was fresh, black as the soil, and it listed the harvest dates for the autumn cycle,...

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