The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The tongs slip, and the glass vial shatters against the iron floor. You curse, a low, guttural sound that dies in the humid air of the laboratory. Three years. Three years since Margaret died, and you have not felt a drop of grief since. You are Elias Thorne, apothecary of Oakhaven, and you are running out of time. The Municipal Sanitation Board does not wait for miracles. They wait for...

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