The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Homer Hoyt stood in the dust of the central atrium, holding the broken ledger like a dead bird. The plaster around him was cracking, not from age, but from the chemical incompatibility he had ignored. He had wanted to prove his worth to the foreman, to conquer the misunderstanding that he was a clumsy outsider stealing materials. It was a futile performance, a self-destruction disguised as...

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