The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The seal is broken. You see the crack. It runs through the wax like a vein of dried blood. The air in the hall is still. Dust motes hang suspended in the grey light. You are the warden. You have held this house for forty years. The house is old. The stones are cold. They drink the heat from your hands. You are alone. You are always alone. You hold the letter. The paper is thick. It smells of...

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