The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream of the split trunk had not faded by the time Kwesi Darko opened his eyes, the smell of wet wool and rusted iron already thick in the air of the staff canteen. He sat up, the linoleum cold against his bare feet, and saw Yaw standing in the doorway, arms crossed, his face a mask of professional indifference that felt heavier than any shout. Kwesi knew the look; it was the gaze of a man...

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