The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bonsai sat on the desk. It was a juniper, twisted into a shape that defied gravity, its needles pale as bone. I stared at it. The office was cold. The air conditioning hummed a low, constant note that vibrated in my molars. I was the only one there. The other desks were empty. My colleagues had left hours ago. They always left before the sun went down. I stayed because I could not leave....

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