The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train hissed against the iron tracks, a sound like a dying animal. Elias Thorne adjusted his tie. It was too tight. His neck felt like a noose. He held the briefcase against his chest. Inside was the ledger. The ledger was the truth. The truth was heavy. He stepped off the platform. The air in London tasted of coal and wet stone. He walked toward the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It was a...

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