The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-18 13:09:44 -

The Pale Bonsai

The heavy, moth-eaten wool of my cardigan, a garment so ancient and worn that its fibers had long since surrendered their structural integrity to become a tapestry of fraying threads and silent memories, sat upon the cold steel chair opposite me as if it were a living thing, breathing in the sterile, recycled air of the office that smelled faintly of ozone and old paper. I did not look at it,...

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