The Pale Banner
Hye-rin Lim’s hands were stained with the red dust of the atrium floor when she finally stopped hammering, the silence of the rain against the glass louvers of the estate’s modernist shell louder than the wet season had ever been, and in the light of the unlit workshop she realized that the five years she had spent decoding the plans of this house had not been an act of scholarship but a slow,...
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