The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

"You signed it. I saw you sign it." The ink was still wet on the confession sheet. It bled into the coarse paper, a dark bruise spreading under the pressure of my pen. I looked up at Director Vane. He stood by the window, his back to me, watching the garden. The light was failing, turning the glass into a mirror that showed only the room’s shadows. "It’s not a confession," I said. My voice...

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