The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The glass case in the center of the room was not a display cabinet. It was a tomb. And inside it, suspended in a vacuum that smelled faintly of ozone and old dust, lay the brooch. Eleanor Whitmore had traveled three thousand miles to stand before this specific piece of furniture, a heavy oak monstrosity that dominated the circular chamber of the estate’s east wing. She was a woman of fifty, her...

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