The Pale Garden
Chapter One "You are late, Feng Gao, and the glass is cooling," Master Shen said, not looking up from his ledger. The ink on the page was black, but the weight of the silence in the room was grey, pressing down on the chest like a damp towel. Feng Gao stood by the furnace, the heat a physical thing against his shins, yet he felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. He looked...
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