The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain in the valley does not fall; it hangs. It is a grey veil, wet and heavy, pressed against the glass of the carriage windows as you travel toward the town of Oakhaven. You are Dr. Elias Thorne. You hold a satchel of leather and paper, and in your hand, you hold a bone. It is not your bone. It is not the bone of any man you know. It is the radius of your left forearm, snapped clean, yet...

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