The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The cart groaned. It climbed the hill. The city loomed. It was gray. It was old. It smelled of wet stone and rot. Arthur stood. He held the box. The box was small. The box was light. Inside, it breathed. A pale green leaf unfurled. A white blossom opened. It was a bonsai. It was alive. It was wrong. He walked. His feet bled. The cobblestones bit. The crowd parted. They did not look. They looked...

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