The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The sand gritted between my teeth, a gritty, persistent taste that no amount of water could wash away, as I ground the obsidian shard against the flat stone with a rhythm that had long since ceased to be conscious and had become something closer to a heartbeat. My father’s mirror, or what remained of it, lay on the desk before me, its surface fractured into a jagged map of black veins that...

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