The Pale Bonsai
The crate is heavy. It sits in the center of the conference room, a square block of plywood and tension. You have carried it up three flights of stairs. Your knees ache. The air in the room is sterile, filtered, and smells faintly of ozone and old coffee. This is the Ministry of Civic Integrity. We are here to finalize the protocol. You are a Senior Compliance Officer. Your uniform is tailored,...
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