The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream was always the same: a concrete monolith standing in a field of grey static, its windows glowing with a light that felt less like electricity and more like a low-grade fever. I was standing in the lobby, wearing a suit that fit poorly, holding a keycard that hummed against my palm. The air tasted of ozone and old pennies. In the dream, I was not the investigator. I was the building. I...

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