The Pale Bonsai
The name called out from the end of the corridor was not his own, or rather, it was his own name stripped of its context, reduced to a syllabic hook that snagged on the damp wool of his uniform, "Thorne," said the voice, dry and papery, belonging to Director Halloway who stood at the far end of the sterile, humming archives of the Department of Anomalous Records, a man whose face was a map of...
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