The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, reflective mirror of the smog-choked sky. I sat in the corner of the waiting room, my hands resting on my knees, feeling the dampness seep through my wool trousers. The air smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the faint, metallic tang of the industrial ether that...

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