The Pale Bonsai
Chapter One Does a tree know when it is bleeding? Ondine Patin stood in the damp dark of the fish market’s freezer room, the air so cold it burned her lungs, and watched the Pale Bonsai on the shelf. It was a strange thing to keep in such a place, a small, gnarled tree with bark the color of old ash, but it had belonged to her grandmother, and now it was hers. The ice crystals on the glass...
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