The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Textile Mill smelled of boiled wool, stale beer, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled into the floorboards like damp. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days had blurred into a single, continuous loop of loom clatters and supervisor’s shouts, but the clock on the wall insisted it was midnight, a rigid, unyielding fact that felt personally...

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