The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Gethin Havard was thirty-four years old and owed the generation ship a berth mortgage that bled out of his lungs every time the air recyclers cycled down to their lowest, suffocating hum. I arrived at the coastal estate on the night the humidity hit eighty percent, the kind of wet that rots film and rusts hinges, standing on the spit of land where the Welsh valleys had eroded into a jagged...

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