The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain hammered the corrugated tin roof of the warehouse like a thousand impatient fists. Elias Vance stood in the center of the aisle, his knuckles white around the handle of his heavy canvas bag. The air smelled of wet concrete and stale ozone. Around him, the other workers huddled by the loading docks, their faces grey with exhaustion. They did not look at him. They looked at the floor....

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