The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The building breathes. You hear it. A low, tectonic groan. Concrete settles. Steel expands. You are inside. You are always inside. The glass walls reflect your face. Pale. Thin. A scholar’s face. Your mother’s face. You look at the reflection. It looks back. It does not blink. You do not blink. The office is white. Blindingly white. The desk is white. The computer is white. The silence is...

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