The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Gao Shumin remembered the cold of the lower deck as a physical weight, a dampness that settled in the joints and refused to leave, even as the air recyclers hummed their sterile, metallic lullaby above him. It had been three days since the Abbot’s decree, three days since the order to halt the arch, and the silence of the unfinished vault pressed against his eardrums like deep water. He stood...

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