The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The trowel is cold in your hand, the steel biting into the calluses of your thumb. You are trying to smooth a crack in the garden wall, a hairline fracture that has widened since the last frost. The mortar is wet, grey, and heavy, smelling of lime and wet earth. It is a simple job, one that should take an hour, but the light is failing fast, slanting low and orange across the black soil of...

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