The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Thorne. The word was not spoken so much as exhaled by the air conditioning, a dry, sterile hiss that cut through the silence of the throne room. Elias Thorne, fifty-eight years old and smelling faintly of the damp wool he had worn for the train ride, stood before the Regent, his knees knocking together with a rhythm that matched the frantic, fluttering pulse in his temples. He wanted his son...

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