The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The heavy brass key was cold in Elias’s palm, a weight that felt less like metal and more like a suspended judgment. He stood on the gravel drive of St. Jude’s Institute, the morning air biting at his exposed skin, while the vehicle that had brought him from the city idled behind him, its engine ticking as it cooled. He was here to verify a death, or so the letter had claimed, but the real...

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