The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The blood was still wet on the floor of the archive when I found the file, and it was mine. It lay open on the steel table, the pages slick with a dark, viscous sheen that smelled of iron and old copper. I did not scream. I did not run. I simply stood there, my hands trembling at my sides, staring at the name typed in stark, black Courier font on the first page: Elias Thorne. That was me. That...

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