The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The seal broke. Not the wax. The code. My hands shook. They always did now. Not from fear. From the cold. The air in the basement was thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. I held the fragment in my left palm. It was small. A sliver of ceramic. White. Porcelain. It looked like a tooth. A molar. Or a bone. I was Major Elias Thorne. Or I had been. The badge was gone. The uniform was gone. I...

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