The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Act I Ying Chen’s boots struck the wet stone of the sub-basement, a rhythmic thud that echoed against the damp walls. He was halfway up the spiral staircase when the air changed, thickening with the scent of ozone and crushed jade. The Bureau of Silence did not smell of paper, as the public assumed, but of this metallic, sterile rot. Chen stopped, his hand resting on the hilt of his service...

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