The Pale Bonsai
Chapter One The cash tills in the empty arcade of the reclamation yard clicked and clacked against the stone, a dry, rhythmic percussion that marked the hours for those who had no clocks. Emiko Sasaki stood before the window display of the pawnshop, adjusting the brass sextant of a beached captain so that the glare from the unnaturally blue quarry lake caught its glass at a precise angle. It...
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