The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The brass knuckles were still wet with the sweat of the man I had just put down, and the silence in the atrium was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I stood there, breathing in ragged, mechanical bursts, my lungs burning with the cold, stale air of the Ministry of Internal Order, a place where the marble floors were polished to a mirror shine and every shadow...

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