The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The letter lay on the wooden counter, a square of cream-colored paper that had not yet been read. Elias Thorne stared at it, his fingers hovering inches above the ink, trembling not with cold but with the terrible rigidity setting in beneath his skin. He was forty years old, a sergeant in the border guard, and he was dying by degrees. The rule was simple, brutal, and bureaucratic: the weight of...

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