The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the Conservatory of Saint Jude’s Institute for the Displaced smelled of wet limestone and ozone, a scent that seemed to hang in the heavy, pressurized silence like a physical weight. Elias Thorne stood before the glass, his reflection fragmented by the condensation that beaded on the interior panes. He was a man of forty, though the years in the Institute had carved him into...

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