The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The morning light fell across the kitchen table in a slant of dust and silence, illuminating the small, potted bonsai that sat before me like a silent witness. It was a Japanese maple, its leaves the color of dried blood, its branches twisted into a shape that suggested both agony and control. I held the pruning shears in my right hand, the metal cold against my palm, a weight I had carried for...

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