The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain between the window of the mill office and the churning water below, blurring the line where the industrial age met the ancient, indifferent earth. I sat at the desk, the wood scarred by decades of ink and the sweat of men who had since turned to dust, and watched the clock face tick with a mechanical insistence that felt less...

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