The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The morning mist clung to the iron bars of the courtyard like a shroud, dampening the stone and the silence. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the center of the quadrangle, his boots sunk into the wet gravel, watching a single bonsai tree in a cracked ceramic pot. It was a pine, twisted and gnarled, its branches pruned with a surgical precision that felt less like horticulture and more like...

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