The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Internal Cohesion smelled of roasted pheasant and ozone, a scent that seemed to cling to the silk upholstery of the high-backed chairs where we sat in a long, curved row facing the central dais. It was a night of such suffocating opulence that the air itself felt heavy, thick with the unspoken agreements that bound the elite to their duties, and I sat at the...

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