The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain in the courtyard of the Bureau of Anomalous Records did not fall so much as it was pressed down by the weight of the sky, a cold, gray sheet that turned the concrete into a slick, reflective black. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the administrative wing, his forty-two-year-old body stiff with a pain that had nothing to do with the damp, clutching a pale bonsai tree...

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