The Pale Bonsai
The letter lay on the workbench, its seal broken, the municipal crest stamped in faded blue ink. Elias Thorne read it twice, his thumb tracing the edge of the paper until it felt slick with sweat. It was a gift, or so the cover note claimed: a pale juniper, a "heritage specimen" to mark his compliance with the new urban zoning directives. He wanted to prune it into a marketable masterpiece, a...
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