The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windowpane of the scribe’s cell, a grey, relentless membrane separating the interior warmth of the candlelight from the howling, ancient fury of the Scottish highlands outside. Alistair MacLeod sat at his desk, the leather-bound codex before him open to a page that seemed to shimmer with a faint, oily iridescence, and he watched the...

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