The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the sub-basement of the Ministry of Antiquities did not smell of dust or decay, but of a sharp, metallic ozone, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and made his teeth ache with a frequency that felt less like sensation and more like a structural failure in his own skull. He stood before the glass case, his hands trembling so violently that the brass key in his...

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