The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Feng Zheng wiped the soot from the radio’s dial with a rag that smelled of wet ash and fish guts, his fingers black to the knuckles as he adjusted the frequency to catch the tide clock’s static. The Canton delta was drowning in a snow that had no business existing, the flakes melting into the coal cellars with a hiss that sounded like a dying man’s last breath. He was thirty-two, a bonded...

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