The Distant Garden

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Chapter One The air in the archive smelled of damp paper and old iron, a cold that seeped into the bones of anyone who lingered too long among the unfiled boxes. Văn Le stood before the central pavilion, his hands trembling not from the chill but from the precise, three-inch shift he had measured against the foundation stone that morning. The building had moved east, defying the concrete and...

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