The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink is wet. It pools on the mahogany surface of your desk, spreading in a black, viscous circle that defies the capillary action of the wood grain. You do not wipe it away. You cannot. Your hands are trembling, not from fear, but from the sheer, violent effort of holding your position against the man standing before you. Director Halloway leans over the edge of the table, his tie askew, his...

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