The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Why did I trust the hand that held the jade seal? I ask it now, sitting in the ruins of the shed, the heat pressing against my skin like a wet cloth. The air tastes of ash and burnt paper. I am Văn Thao, and I have lost everything I thought I knew about Dr. Minh. Five years I spent cataloguing the pale garden, my fingers stained with the dye of the soil, while he altered my notes in the...

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