The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The iron wrench lay in your palm, cold and slick with the oil of the drive belt, its weight a dense, dull ache that traveled up your wrist and settled in the hollow of your elbow. You stood in the center of the Whitmore Textile Mill’s weaving floor, the air thick with the suspended dust of cotton and the metallic tang of overheated machinery, while around you the other looms clicked and thumped...

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