The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The carriage rattles over the cobblestones, a rhythmic shudder that travels up through the seat into your spine. You are Edward Ashworth. You are a man who has come to the end of his line. Outside the window, the fog of the old quarter presses against the glass like a living thing, white and suffocating. Inside, the air is stale, smelling of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. You...

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