The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The fluorescent lights above you flicker in a rhythm that matches the failing beat of your own heart, a syncopated stutter that makes your teeth ache with a dull, persistent pressure, and you know with the cold certainty of a man who has been losing this battle for three years that you are about to die in a room that has no windows. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you are holding a mop...

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