The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The permit weighed four ounces in Elias Thorne’s palm, a square of heavy stock paper that felt lighter than air and heavier than lead. He counted the miles on the dashboard clock, not the time, because time had stopped mattering back in the city when he’d signed the transfer order. Fourteen hours to Blackwood. Fourteen hours of fog that clung to the windshield like wet wool. He was a Sergeant,...

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