The Pale Bonsai
The letter on your desk is thin, cream-colored, and smells faintly of the lemon oil used to preserve the department’s older holdings. You read it twice, the second time slower, as the tremor in your right hand makes the paper flutter like a trapped moth. It is a formal notice of review, citing "inconsistent technical precision" and "potential cognitive instability." Signed by Marcus, your...
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