The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain against the glass was a slow, gray weeping. You stand in the foyer of the Sterling-Halloway Group, a tower of glass and steel that pierces the London sky like a needle threading a black cloud. It is not a home. It is a court. And you are the prisoner. You are thirty-four. You are mid-level. You are invisible. The air smells of ozone and floor wax. It smells of power. You look down at...

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