The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had stopped, but the air in the cellar remained thick, tasting of wet wool and old dust. Arthur Penhaligon sat on a stool that was too low for his knees, his hands resting on his shins. He was a man who had spent thirty years measuring the world in inches and fractions of inches, and now he was trying to measure the silence. Before him, on a table of dark oak, sat a bonsai tree. It was...

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