The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool of every coat and seeped into the joints of every bone, a dampness that seemed to originate not from the sky but from the very marrow of the town itself. Sergeant Arthur Penhaligon stood at his kitchen window, watching the water streak down the glass in slow, deliberate trails that blurred...

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