The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain hammered against the glass of the observation deck. It was not a gentle weeping. It was a siege. I stood there, watching the city below dissolve into gray smear, feeling the dampness seep through my wool trousers. I am the Inspector. That is all I am. A function. A pair of eyes that do not blink. The system requires eyes. It does not require a soul. But I have one. It is the problem....

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