The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The uniform hung on the back of the chair, a heavy coat of wool and silence that I had not touched in three days. It smelled of wet stone and old tobacco, a scent that had seeped into the fibers until they were no longer just fabric but a second skin, a skin that remembered what my own had forgotten. I stood in the center of the small, windowless office, the air thick with the hum of the...

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