The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The train left at six. I watched the tail lights blink out in the gray morning. My hands were in my pockets. They were cold. I had gloves. I didn’t put them on. I wanted to feel the cold. It was a fact. Facts were safe. My name is Arthur. I work in the data center. I manage the servers. I check the logs. I monitor the heat. It is a quiet job. People think it is boring. It is not. It is precise....

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