The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The nib of the steel pen scraped against the cotton paper, a sound like a fingernail dragging down a chalkboard, as Elias Vane attempted to balance the ledger for the fourth quarter. The ink in the well was black, viscous, and cold to the touch, but the stain on the desk was alive. It had begun as a single drop, no larger than a pinhead, near the base of the lamp, but by the time the mill’s...

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