The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bonsai sat in Elias Thorne’s hands, light as a dry bird bone, its pot cracked down the center. He stood in the back of the evidence locker, the air thick with the smell of old paper and damp wool. The tree was withered, its branches twisted into angles that seemed deliberately wrong. Thorne wanted to crush it. He wanted to take the heavy iron weight from the shelf and snap the brittle trunk...

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