The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The seal was not a seal at all, but a lie compressed into ink. It sat in the palm of Elias Thorne’s hand, a square of heavy, cream-colored paper pressed with the crest of the City Council: a stag drinking from a river that had long since dried up. To anyone else, it was a bureaucratic necessity, a stamp of approval for the renewal of his lease on the small, drafty room above the chandler’s shop...

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