The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The gavel came down not with a crack, but with a wet, thudding sound, like a ripe peach dropping onto wet pavement. It was the third time that morning. The room, a cavernous hall of dark oak and heavy drapes that smelled of old dust and expensive polish, was filled with people who did not look at him. They looked at the air in front of him. They looked at the table where the gavel sat. They did...

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