The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the distinction between the wet asphalt of the border checkpoint and the distant, indifferent hills beyond, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood within this suspension, his hands trembling not from the chill that seeped through his wool uniform but from the crushing, mechanical failure of his own heart which...

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