The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The water needs to be exactly seventy-two degrees, Elias, not a degree more, not a degree less. Mr. Vance stood in the lobby, his suit crisp, his voice flat as a ruler laid across a desk. He did not look at you. He looked at the tree. You looked at the tree. It was a bonsai, pale as bone, its leaves a translucent white that seemed to drink the fluorescent light of the office rather than reflect...

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