The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You sit in the gray chair. The plastic is cold. It bites into your thighs. You are a man in a uniform. The fabric is stiff. It smells of starch and iron. You have worn it for ten years. It has become your skin. You are here because of the pin. A small, brass pin. It sits on the desk in front of you. It is a badge. It is also a key. You do not know which yet. The room is white. The light is...

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