The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The shop smelled of varnish and old dust. Marcus wiped the counter with a rag that had lost its color years ago. It was a small place, tucked between a dry cleaner and a closed bank in the city center. The glass front was fogged on the inside. Outside, the rain tapped against the pavement in a steady, dull rhythm. Marcus looked at the bonsai tree on the shelf. It was a pine, small and twisted,...

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