The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The note was yellowed, the ink faded to a brown that matched the rust on the train’s iron rails, and it smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco. Elias Thorne read it three times, his thumb tracing the line that read *Balance Due: $412.50*, and felt the cold seep through the sole of his boots, a chill that started in the marrow and radiated outward to the tips of his fingers. He was thirty-four...

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