The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, industrial grey curtain that turned the moors into a soup of peat and rot, and I stood at the edge of the cliff, my boots sinking into the mud as if the earth itself were trying to swallow me whole. I am a man who has spent twenty years enforcing the law in the sprawling, soot-blackened boroughs of the northeast, a life defined by the rigid...

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