The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream was not a dream, but a corridor. It stretched out in a pale, industrial twilight, the air thick with the scent of wet concrete and old paper. Elias Vane walked with his hands cuffed behind his back, the chain links biting into his wrists with a cold, rhythmic ache that felt more real than the silence surrounding him. He was not walking toward a door, but away from one, away from the...

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