The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The glass was cold. It sat on the mahogany desk, a perfect sphere of clarity, holding the world in suspension. I watched it. The light from the chandelier caught the curvature, bending the shadows of the room into strange, elongated shapes. I was not supposed to look. I was supposed to be typing. The keys were warm under my fingers, a steady, rhythmic hum. But the glass called to me. It...

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