The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The wire was cut. That is the only fact I remember with certainty. The sound it made. A snap. Thin. Sharp. Like a bone breaking in a quiet room. I stood by the gate. The town of Oakhaven lay below. Smoke rose from the chimneys. Regular. Grey. Industrial. The factories hummed. They always hummed. A low drone. In the teeth. In the blood. I looked at the wire in my hand. Copper. Twisted. Dead. It...

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