The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dust did not settle in the room, but hung in the air like a fine, grey silt, suspended in the stale, recycled breath of the building. I was pressed against the cold steel of the desk, my shoulder aching with the dull, persistent throb of a wound that had long since stopped bleeding but never truly closed. Across from me, seated in a chair that seemed to have been designed specifically for...

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