The Pale Bonsai
The helicopter banked hard over the pine forests of Northern Virginia, the rotors screaming a frequency that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat strapped into the rear bench, my service pistol holstered but the safety off, my hands resting on my knees with a steadiness that did not mirror the chaos inside my chest. Beside me sat Colonel Halloway, his face a mask of bureaucratic...
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