The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The seal was red. It was a circle. Inside the circle, a character. I didn’t know the character. I held it in my palm. It was warm. It was pulsing. Like a heart. Or a bruise. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I have served for twenty years. I know the weight of a rifle. I know the smell of wet earth after a firefight. I know the look of a man who has seen too much. But I do not know this seal. It sits...

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