The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink was still wet on the ledger when you first noticed the stain. It sat there, a small, dark blotch on the page detailing the requisition of coal for the winter, looking less like an accident and more like a confession. You, Sergeant Elias Thorne, of the Royal Constabulary, stood in the study of the Whitmore estate, the air thick with the scent of pipe tobacco and the damp wool of your...

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