The Pale Bonsai
Act I "Debt of Silence. Collateral: One Apprentice. Status: Active." Ramazan Aslan read the line twice, the ink still wet on the ledger page. The smell of the archive hit him first, a thick, cloying scent of damp wool and old varnish that seemed to swell the air in his lungs. He was a sawmill filer by trade, his hands permanently stained with the dark grit of the valley, but here, in the...
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