The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The silver cufflinks burned against my palm, a heat that had nothing to do with the frigid damp of the Oakhaven cellar and everything to do with the ghost of my brother’s name, whispering *Elias, Elias* in a voice like dry leaves skittering over stone. I am Elias Thorne, a constable of thirty-two years, and I have spent the last six months hunting the shadow that stole these links, not for the...

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