The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The music from the bandstand was a dull, thrumming thing, vibrating in the floorboards of the hall, but you heard the silence of the garden outside more clearly. You stood by the window, a glass of lukewarm cider in your hand, watching the harvest festival unfold in the square below. It was a celebration of plenty, of roots, of the earth that fed them, but you saw only the trap. You were Elias...

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