The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Elias Vane woke with the taste of wet soil in his mouth. It was a thick, loam-heavy flavor, ancient and cold, clinging to the back of his throat like a secret that had been swallowed too many times. He lay in the narrow cot in the corner of the office, the one that smelled of damp wool and stale coffee, and he knew, with the certainty of a stone sinking in black water, that the cycle had begun...

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