The Pale Bonsai
Chapter One Kyllikki Korhonen stood in the yard at one hundred and twenty-six of the Rope Walk, watching the wind tear the shingles from the shallow roof of the outbuilding, and remembered the dream of withered roots that had woken her an hour ago. The air was sharp enough to crack skin, a physical weight that pressed against her chest, reminding her that the body is a machine that eventually...
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