The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The transport bus shuddered over the last stretch of gravel, its suspension groaning under the weight of Elias Thorne’s uniform and the twenty-two years of service stitched into his insignia. Elias sat in the back row, his hands resting flat on his knees, watching the landscape dissolve into a gray, featureless expanse of scrubland that seemed to stretch on without end. He was forty-five years...

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