The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-19 05:36:34 -

The Pale Bonsai

The rain had been falling on the city of Seattle for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the windows of the firm into mirrors of dull, wet glass. I sat in my cubicle, the beige partitions humming with the low, electric thrum of the afternoon, and watched the water streak down the pane in slow, mournful lines. My name is Arthur Vance, and I am a mid-level analyst in the risk...

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