The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The jar sat on the desk. It was a squat cylinder of glass, filled with brown soil and a single, gnarled branch. No leaves. No life. Just wood. And dirt. And a label written in black marker. It was the only thing in the room that didn’t feel like plastic. I looked at the jar. I looked at Captain Miller. He was sitting behind the desk, a mountain of a man in a uniform that fit him poorly at the...

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