The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The pin was gold. It was a small, twisted thing, shaped like a fern frond, meant to hold a lapel in place. It sat in the pocket of Major Elias Thorne’s tunic. He felt it there. A cold weight. A secret tooth. It was raining in the corridor of the Ministry. The rain did not come from the sky. It came from the walls. The plaster wept. The water ran down the painted portraits of men who had died...

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