The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The pistol in Sergeant Elias Thorne’s hand was cold. He stood in the center of the Ministry’s interrogation room, the stone floor damp beneath his boots, the air thick with the smell of mildew and old blood. Lord Vane sat behind the desk, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference, watching Elias with the patience of a man who knew the outcome before the question was asked. Elias did not look...

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