The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The cold in the office was a physical weight, a damp thing that settled into the joints and stayed. "Elias. Look at me. Stop looking at the pot." Director Vane’s voice was low, clipped, and utterly devoid of warmth. He stood by the windowless wall, his back to the light, a silhouette of expensive wool and absolute authority. I was twelve years old, sitting at the desk that my father had...

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