The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The carriage wheels bit into the frost-hardened road, a rhythmic grinding that sounded like the grinding of teeth. Elias Vane sat in the corner, his coat too thin for the November chill that seeped through the wool and settled in his bones. He was a clerk of minor import, a man whose life was measured in ink and paper, in the quiet accumulation of ledgers and the silent approval of superiors...

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