The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The light in the Meridian Insurance Exchange was a flat, grey thing that morning, pressing against the high windows like a damp cloth. It was 1923, and the air smelled of ozone and old paper, a scent that had settled into the lungs of every man and woman who worked on the fourth floor. Arthur Vane stood before the mahogany desk of Mr. Thorne, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the...

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