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Powderpost beetle.

Here’s a short story based on the phrase Mara leaned over the wooden crate, her flashlight tracing the grain of the polished mango wood. Inside, sixty carved Buddha figurines stared back with serene, empty eyes. They were destined for a gallery in Lyon, France. But first, they needed a soul—a piece of paper that cost $15 but could kill a $15,000 deal.

Outside, the Mekong had turned the color of rusted metal. Mara sat on a plastic stool and drank lukewarm sugarcane juice. Her phone buzzed: the gallery owner in Lyon. Where is the shipment? The exhibition opens Friday. phytosanitary certificate cambodia

“Suspicious how?” Mara’s palms dampened.

Sophea shrugged. “The certificate needs a lab stamp. Come back tomorrow.” Powderpost beetle

The wood was alive.

Tomorrow was Pchum Ben, a religious holiday. Nothing would move for three days. They were destined for a gallery in Lyon, France

She looked at the Buddha in her lap—a reject from the crate, its base chipped. A tiny hole, no bigger than a needle’s eye, stared back. She blew on it. Fine sawdust puffed out.