The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the municipal building, sharp as a snapped twig. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, and the sound of your own name spoken by a stranger usually meant trouble. Today it meant a summons to the Alderman’s office. You wiped your hands on your trousers, leaving a faint grey smear on the fabric. The ink was still wet on the zoning violation form you had spent the...

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