The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain hit the glass like a thousand small accusations. Marcus stood by the window. He watched the water streak down. It blurred the city below. The streetlights hummed. A low, electric drone. The office was cold. It always was. The radiator clicked. It was a lonely sound. His badge hung on his belt. It was heavy. It weighed more than it should. Gold and silver. It reflected the gray sky. He...

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