The Pale Garden
Chapter One The valley floor hummed with the mechanical rhythm of the knowledge park, a sprawling campus of glass and steel where the air was filtered and the silence was paid for in subscription fees. Beyond the perimeter fences, the alpine rocks stood like broken teeth, untouched by the manicured lawns that lined the access roads. Otto Neumann sat in the back of the airport hotel bar, the...
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