The Pale Bonsai
The air in the sterile, white-walled chamber of the Department of Anomalous Biological Containment was not merely cold but clinically aggressive, a humidity stripped away until the atmosphere felt like a thin sheet of glass pressing against your lungs, and you stood there, your left hand trembling not from fear but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the thing you had carried for forty...
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