The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

I am still counting the days since the siren stopped, back when the silence was a physical weight on the chest. I remember the eighty-four Tannery Steps, how the ice cracked under my boots, and the way the light in the break room of the night warehouse fell in sharp, yellow slivers across the floorboards. I wanted the promotion. I wanted to be Head Warden before Elara left for her sabbatical,...

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