The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink on the contract was still wet when I noticed the smell. It was not the scent of the old man, nor the damp wool of his coat, but something sharp and green, like crushed mint and wet stone. I looked up from the ledger, my pen hovering over the column of debt. He was sitting in the chair by the window, his hands folded in his lap, staring at the potted plant on my desk. It was a bonsai, a...

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