The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The brass key was cold, a small, heavy thing that felt less like a tool and more like a tooth pulled from a dead man’s mouth. I turned it in the lock of my office, the mechanism stiff with the winter damp that seeped through the single-pane windows of the municipal archive. The door groaned, a low, wooden complaint that echoed in the empty corridor. Inside, the air smelled of dust, dry paper,...

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