The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You sit in the corner of the room, the one where the light dies, and you tell yourself that you are merely resting your eyes. The air in this sterile, white-walled office smells of antiseptic and old dust, a scent that has seeped into the fibers of your blazer over the last three weeks. You are an exile of your own making, a man who crossed an ocean not to escape poverty, but to escape the...

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