The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The brass bell on the front desk of the Whitmore & Sons Insurance Bureau did not ring. It had not rung in three weeks. I sat in the high-backed chair, the leather cracked like a dried riverbed, and watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of afternoon light that cut through the grime of the window. My name was Thomas. I was twelve. And I was the only one who knew that the company was...

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