The Pale Bonsai
Thorne, you are making a scene again, or so the department chair, Dr. Harrow, seemed to think, standing in the doorway of the basement archive with his arms crossed and his face set in that particular mask of bureaucratic disdain that he reserved for anything that did not fit neatly into a spreadsheet. It was October 14, 2024, and the air in the sub-basement was thick with the smell of wet...
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