The Pale Bonsai
Chapter One "You’re missing the load on the eastern strut," Aram said, tapping the paper with a grease-stained finger. "The concrete doesn't care about your feelings, Gayane. It cares about the weight." Gayane Karapetyan did not look up. She was tracing the line of the foundation with a mechanical pencil, the metal tip biting into the paper. The room was cold, the kind of cold that seeps into...
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