The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the sub-basement was thick. It tasted of ozone and old paper. Arthur Penhaligon stood before the glass case. Inside, the bonsai sat in silence. The roots were pale. They looked like bone. A door creaked open. Dr. Elias Thorne entered. He wore a suit that was too tight. He held a clipboard. His face was a mask of bureaucratic calm. "Arthur," Thorne said. "We have a protocol...

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