The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink on the transfer slip was not yet dry, a wet, black smear that smelled of iron and vinegar, staining the thumb of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He held the paper up against the gray light of the window in the precinct’s holding office, a room that smelled of stale coffee and wet wool, and watched the fibers of the paper curl slightly at the edges. It was a simple document, a form for the...

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