The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

I am sitting at the desk where my hands used to be, watching the dust settle on the glass. The clock on the wall ticks, a single, dry sound in a room that has no other rhythm. I remember the day I found the file, how the scan flickered with a face that was not quite mine, but older, cracked like dry clay. I wanted the permanent position, the security, the end of the rent that rose with the new...

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