The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The gala was loud. It was too loud. The chandeliers in the City Hall atrium buzzed with a low, electric hum that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I stood near the pillar, holding a glass of champagne I had not touched. The liquid was golden and cold. It looked like trapped light. I watched the crowd. They moved in slow circles. They smiled. They lied. My name is Elias. I am a detective. Or I was....

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