The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The debt collector’s boots scraped against the flagstones, a sound like a nail being dragged across wood. "By dawn," he said, not looking up from the ledger. "Or the house goes to the bank, and you to the street." He left before I could answer, the door swinging shut with a finality that made the air in the room feel thinner. I stood in the kitchen, my hands still sticky with the residue of the...

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