The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had not stopped for six days, a continuous, industrial drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the precinct’s front steps into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the neon sign of the pawnshop across the street which buzzed with a low, electric hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat in my office, the light from the single desk lamp cutting a sharp, yellow wedge...

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