The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the holding cell did not smell of fear, but of stale copper and industrial soap, a scent that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s coat like a physical weight. He sat on the cold steel bench, his hands cuffed behind his back, the metal biting into his wrists with a rhythmic, dull pain that synchronized with the thumping of his own heart. Across the narrow expanse of concrete,...

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