The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The iron bar snapped. It did not bend. It did not groan. It broke with the sound of a dry twig, clean and sudden, in the center of the carriage. Dust puffed into the air, choking the light. Elias held the shard in his left hand. The metal was warm. It vibrated against his palm like a living thing. He looked at the other end of the bar, now held by the man in the black coat. The man did not run....

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