The Pale Bonsai
Chapter One Kauko Laine remembered the smell of the field hospital before he remembered the sound of the phone ringing in the empty flat, a dry, metallic scent like old pennies mixed with the damp, rotting earth of the unfinished houses that dotted the lakeside parish, structures that had never been finished, their frames standing like broken ribs against the sky, waiting for a winter that...
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