The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The axe bit into the pale bark, and the wood did not split but sighed, a dry, papery exhalation that smelled of old rain. Anthi Vlachos, his hands slick with sap, watched the blade shatter, the fragments skittering across the wet stone of the courtyard like scattered teeth. He was thirty-two, a border guard by trade, though the border here was made of debt and silence, and the winter owed to...

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