The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

"You have failed the pruning," he said. The words hung in the cold air of the conservatory. They did not fall. They stayed, sharp as thorns. I looked up from the wire mesh. My hands were stained with green sap, the color of old bruises. I looked at the bonsai. It was a white pine, or so I had been told. It was small. It was perfect. It was dead. The Master stood by the glass door. The fog...

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