The Pale Garden
Chapter One "Item: Rose bed, central plot. Status: Weeping. Quantity of sap: Indeterminate." The ledger entry sat open on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and old sweat. Taro Nakagawa stared at the line, his fingers trembling not from the cold that had settled into his bones since October, but from the sheer, physical weight of the lie he had just written. Outside the window of...
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