The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the municipal greenhouse smells of damp loam and sulfur, a heavy, cloying scent that coats the back of your throat and settles in the lungs like a fine powder. You stand before the glass partition of the Department of Agricultural Compliance, holding a clipboard that feels absurdly light in your hands, the paper brittle and yellowed at the edges, listing the inventory of your life’s...

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