The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train into the grey heart of the industrial district did not so much arrive as it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath of steam and iron that fogged the windows of Carriage Four. Elias Thorne sat with his back against the cold metal of the partition, his hands resting on his knees, palms open and empty, though he felt they were filled with the weight of a silence he had carried for thirty...

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