The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You are late, Sergeant. The clock in the atrium does not care for your fatigue. It ticks with a mechanical indifference that chills the marrow. I watched you from the balcony, standing in the shadows of the marble colonnade. Your uniform was pressed, but the fabric stretched tight across your shoulders. The epaulets were gold, blinding in the sterile light of the chandeliers. You looked small....

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