The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the atrium of the Department of Civic Aesthetics was thick enough to chew, a humid, sterile paste that smelled of ozone and the faint, sweet decay of over-watered ferns, and I stood in the center of it, my hands trembling not with fear but with a sudden, violent clarity that felt like a fracture running through the marrow of my bones, as if the very ground beneath my sensible,...

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