The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

"You missed the count again," the guard said, not looking up from his ledger. Ismail bin Rahman stood in the doorway of the registrar’s office, the humidity of the Jakarta kampung pressing against his skin like a wet wool blanket. It was late Victorian gaslight, the year 1897, and the air smelled of kerosene and rotting mangrove roots. I was a displaced persons registrar for the railway...

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