The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the Hall of Standards smelled of damp wool and ozone. It was a smell that had settled into the pores of the walls over three decades, a scent of institutional decay that no amount of scrubbing could lift. Silas Vane sat in his small, windowless office on the fourth floor, the only light coming from the flickering tube of a fluorescent bulb above his desk. He was an old man, his hands...

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