The Pale Bonsai
The letter arrived on a Tuesday. It was a heavy, cream-colored envelope, thick as a coin. My name was typed on it in cold, sans-serif font. No signature. Just a symbol. A black circle with a white line through it. I put it in my drawer. I did not open it. I was a Deputy Chief of Police. That is a title that sounds important but feels like holding a door open for someone who is walking away. My...
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