The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The pot chipped against the table edge. You caught it, your fingers white-knuckled around the clay, the soil shifting with a wet, granular sigh. It was a bonsai, pale as bone, its branches twisted into a rigid, stunted shape that mocked the wildness you were supposed to enforce in Oakhaven. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a constable with a badge that weighs more than your dignity, and the...

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