The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The fire started at the hinges. It was a small, orange thing at first, curling up from the iron door of Barracks Four, licking the damp wood with a sound like tearing cloth. By the time the alarm bell clanged its first, discordant note, the roof had collapsed inward, swallowing the ceiling beams and the men’s bunks in a cloud of acrid, black smoke. Elias Thorne stood in the yard, his boots...

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