The Pale Bonsai
The room smells of stale coffee and wet wool. You are sitting. The chair is hard. It bites into your hips. You do not move. You cannot move. There is a table. On the table is a bonsai. It is pale. Unnaturally pale. Like bone. Like ash. This is the Faculty of Natural Sciences. University of Edinburgh. The year is 2024. But it feels older. It feels like it has always been this way. You are Dr....
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