The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The watch is broken, Elias." Master Halloway did not look up from the bench. He was cleaning a mainspring with a cloth so fine it looked like smoke. The smell of his workshop hit me before I saw the room properly: oil, old brass, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that lives in old men who have seen too many wars. I stood in the doorway, my boots muddy from the road, holding the porcelain...

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