The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ceiling light in the interrogation room was a fluorescent tube that hummed at a frequency just below the threshold of hearing, a sound that settled into the marrow of my bones and stayed there, vibrating like a plucked wire. I sat across from Marcus, my hands folded on the metal table, the cold of the steel seeping through my palms, and I watched the dust motes dance in the harsh,...

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