The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Act I Every debt has a smell, usually of wet wool and old paper. I knew the scent of my father’s ruin before I saw the ledger. It hung in the air of my workshop, a heavy, damp thing that coated the back of my throat. I am Aili Laine, and I was forty-two years old when the ice storm finally felled the elms outside our window, shattering the glass and the illusion of our stability. The city was a...

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