The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Act I The mud sucked at Yan Wang’s boots as he hauled the iron pickaxe over the threshold of the Pale Bonsai, the weight of it dragging a furrow through the wet earth that smelled of rust and old blood. He was thirty-four years old, a border guard with a ledger of debts thicker than his rank, and he stood there, gasping, while the Inspector stood behind him, watching the way the sap bled from...

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