The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The fog in Oakhaven did not rise; it settled, a grey wool pressed against the stone walls of the town hall, muffling the sound of Elias Thorne’s footsteps as he crossed the marble floor. He was forty-two, a man whose spine had curved into a question mark from years of hunching over ledgers, and his only desire was the quiet security of a pension that would allow him to die in his own bed, far...

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