The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The hand was not a hand. It was a fact. It sat on the desk, pale as milk, knuckles white, fingers curled in a permanent, silent scream. Arthur held it. He held it for three days. The office was cold. It was always cold in the winter. The radiator ticked. The rain hit the glass. Arthur was a man of the lower echelons. He filed reports. He typed memos. He did not question the objects that...

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