The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain in Seattle was not water; it was a gray static that pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the OmniCorp atrium, blurring the city into a smear of neon and wet asphalt. Elias Thorne stood at the entrance, his hand resting on the holstered sidearm that felt heavier than usual, his badge tucked into the waistband of a suit that had cost more than his monthly rent. He was a federal...

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