The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink in the fountain pen has a metallic tang, a taste that coats the back of your throat like copper pennies. You are Arthur Vane, thirty years old, a junior actuary at the Halloway & Sons Insurance Company in a city that smells of coal dust and wet wool. It is November, 1924, and the air in the office is so thick with the scent of old paper and pipe tobacco that it feels solid, a physical...

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