The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the Ministry of Aesthetics tasted of ozone and old pennies. Elias Thorne, Senior Inspector, held the pale bonsai against his chest, its roots cold as river stones. He needed to pass the final audit. He needed his pension. The shadows in the corridor stretched long and thin, grasping at his ankles like the fingers of the dead, a local uncanny rule where the building’s mood physically...

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