The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Cultural Heritage smelled of roasted pheasant and stale ambition, a cloying perfume that coated the back of your throat as you watched Director Halloway accept a crystal decanter from a junior clerk with the grace of a man who had long since stopped pretending to be human. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior archivist whose hands had spent two decades...

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