The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The clock ticked. It was a large brass thing, hanging above the door of the school hall. It did not chime. It only counted. You sat in the front row. Your knees pressed against the wooden slats. They were warm. The heat had risen from the floor. You could smell the dust. It smelled of old paper and dried leaves. Mr. Ashworth stood at the podium. He adjusted his tie. It was black. It was too...

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