The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Act I Guomin He was a man who measured his life in ounces of molten glass and the heavy, copper taste of debt that coated his tongue every morning. He stood in the center of the workshop, a space that smelled of sulfur and cold ash, his breath fogging in the thin air of the Sichuan river county where the cliffs sank into the brown, churning water like broken teeth. The winter wind was not a...

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