The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that settled into the fabric of coats and the creases of faces, turning the village into a watercolor left out in the damp. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the community center’s parking lot, his hand resting on the hilt of his service weapon, not for protection, but for the weight of it. It was a heavy anchor in a...

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