The Pale Bonsai
The dream is always the same, and it is never a dream. You wake with the taste of dry earth in your mouth, the phantom weight of a stone pot pressing against your chest. For forty-two years, you have served the City Watch, and for the last ten, you have served the shadow of Magistrate Aldous Vane. You are Elias Thorne, senior inspector, and you want his head. It is not a matter of honor; it is...
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