The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The silence in the Hall of Eternal Accounting was not an absence of sound, but a presence, thick and viscous, like cold tar settling over the lungs of the dead. Alderman Silas Vane sat at his desk, a slab of polished obsidian that reflected his own gaunt, hollowed face, and he watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the gloom from the high, arched window. His left...

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