The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You are standing in the middle of the Grand Hall. The chandelier above is broken. Glass rains down, soft as snow, around your shoulders. You do not flinch. You are holding it. The bonsai. It is pale. Dead. A white skeleton of wood in a black pot. The room is full of smoke. The air tastes of iron and old money. “Did you do it?” asks Mr. Sterling. He is your boss. He is tall. He wears a suit the...

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