The Distant Garden
The frost on the windowpane is not merely ice but a living, intricate lattice of crystalline structures that breathes with the subtle, rhythmic expansion and contraction of the metal frame, a silent, intricate architecture of cold that you have spent the last thirty years cataloging in your monographs, yet which now, in the quiet, humming dark of this sealed laboratory, feels less like a...
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