The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the Ministry of Aesthetic Compliance was always stale, recycled through filters that smelled faintly of ozone and crushed lavender. It was a scent designed to soothe the nerves of those who served the High Council, but it only made my head ache. I sat at my desk, a slab of polished obsidian, and stared at the object before me. It was a bonsai, no larger than a teacup, its bark pale...

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