The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a gray static suspended between the asphalt and the low, bruised sky. I adjusted the frequency on the sonic dampener, my fingers slick with condensation, and watched the perimeter sensors flicker from green to a pulsing, sickly amber. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am the only agent in this town who knows that the "Pale Bonsai" protocol is not about...

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