The Pale Bonsai
Thorne, you are a dead man walking, and I am the coroner. The voice came from Director Halloway, standing in the doorway of my office with his arms crossed over his chest, the light from the corridor slicing his face into a pale half and a shadowed void, a geometric abstraction of authority that seemed to have no interest in the human flesh beneath the suit. I looked at him, then at the desk...
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