The Pale Bonsai
Chapter One The salt roads hummed with the friction of cart wheels on cobblestone, a sound that rose before the light and settled into the bones of the city like dust. In the reclamation yard of dead machines, where the heat shimmered off the rusted chassis of forgotten engines, the air tasted of iron and stale oil. I sat in my office, a room lined with carbon copies and the silence of...
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