The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The glass shattered before I understood what had broken. It was the window of the atrium. The great, central pane that held the weight of the sky. I stood in the center of the hall, dust in my throat, the sharp scent of ozone and crushed leaves filling the air. My hands were raised. Not in defense. In release. Dr. Sterling stood ten paces away. He did not look angry. He looked bored. He...

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