The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the basement smelled of wet wool and old pennies. "You're late, Arthur," said Mr. Gable, without looking up from the ledger. His pen moved in sharp, jagged scratches across the paper. The sound was the only thing in the room that seemed solid. "I was stuck in the mud," I said. I wiped my hands on my trousers, which were already soaked through. "The...

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