The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The road to Ashworth Manor was not a road but a wound in the earth. It bled mud into the wheels of the cart and sucked at the hooves of the horses until they screamed, a sound like tearing silk. Elias Vance stood at the front, gripping the railing. His hands were white. The air was thick with the smell of wet stone and old iron. He carried nothing but a satchel. Inside the satchel was a bone....

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