The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Three days. That is how long the body had been in the cellar before the roots broke the floorboards. You count the hours. You count the coins in the jar by the stove. You count the stitches in the hem of your dress, which is fraying. The city of Oros is a place of stone and silence, where the wind sounds like a dry rasp against the windowpanes. Your husband, Kael, is dead. The High Magistrate,...

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