The Pale Bonsai
The audit of the Department of Temporal Compliance was not a matter of paperwork, but of weight. Eleanor Vane stood in the center of the obsidian conference room, her spine straightened by the invisible architecture of her own desperation, while the senior evaluators sat behind a curved table that seemed to recede into the darkness like a horizon line. The air was recycled to a sterile, cold...
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