The Pale Bonsai
Chapter One Ismail bin Lazim stood at the head of the table, the weight of the silver tray pressing into his palms, knowing full well that his brother’s disgrace was a fact the air refused to hold. The banquet was for the superiors, a final bid for his pension, yet the silence of the missing chair cut through the clinking of glass like a blade through wet cloth. He was forty-five, his knees...
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