The Pale Bonsai
The first thing one notices about the Ministry of Internal Revenue is the weight of the silence, a heavy, woolen thing that drapes over the linoleum floors and settles into the pores of the skin. I have spent fourteen years counting the hours here, watching the dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the grimy windows of the fourth-floor archive, and I have learned to...
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