The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-19 02:08:06 -

The Pale Bonsai

The window in the faculty office did not close all the way, a stubborn gap of an inch that allowed the damp, metallic taste of the November rain to seep into the dry air of the room, carrying with it the scent of wet chalk and old paper. You are sitting at the desk, your back straight, your hands folded neatly on the surface of the mahogany, and you are waiting for the sound that will end the...

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