The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-17 13:46:03 -

The Pale Bonsai

The bread was still warm when I brought it to the table, the crust crackling under my fingers with a sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave, and I watched my son, Thomas, tear a piece from the loaf with a violence that seemed unnecessary for such a soft thing, his eyes fixed not on the food but on the wall where the shadows of the bars of the cell behind us seemed to stretch and...

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