The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Chapter One I remember the sound of the shutter banging against the brick, a rhythmic, wooden thud that never stopped, even when the wind died. It was the only clock in the house at forty-seven of the Bellfounders' Walk, a place that smelled of damp wool and old iron. I was Walter Cranfield, a man who owned a driving school car that sat rusting in the drive, and I needed the senior ledger...

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