The Pale Tale
The oak tree in the center of the atrium had not moved in six years, standing with the rigid, polished stillness of a monument to an era that no longer existed, its leaves a deep, unchanging green that seemed to absorb the fluorescent hum of the open-plan office around it, a biological anomaly that the facilities team had long since stopped trying to explain and had simply accepted as a fixed...
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