The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of Blackfriars into slick mirrors reflecting the gaslight’s sickly yellow bruise, and I stood there in the doorway of the apothecary, my boots soaking through, watching the steam rise from the street drains in curls that looked like the smoke of a funeral pyre, my mind a tangle of receipts...

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