The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Emiko Kato’s hands were shaking, not from cold, but from the weight of the silk in her grip. The scroll was damp, the ink of her mother’s seal blurring into a violet smear against the white fabric. She stood in the corridor of the Imperial Palace, the stone floor slick with condensation that smelled of rot and old paper. Her target was the Grand Chancellor, waiting in the restricted archive....

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