The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The elevator doors close on the lobby, sealing you in a steel box that smells of lemon polish and stale coffee. You are standing still. Your hands are clasped in front of your waist, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles have gone white. You are wearing a grey suit that fits you well, tailored to hide the slight stoop that has developed over the last three years. In your left hand,...

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