The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the atrium of the Grand Hotel Continental was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and old velvet, a heavy, perfumed fog that seemed to suspend the very notion of time in a state of luxurious, drunken stagnation. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the banquet hall, his posture rigid against the fluid sway of the crowd, his eyes scanning the room not for companions but for...

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