The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth. The dream was not a dream. It was a ledger. I saw the names. I saw the numbers. I saw the blood. I closed my eyes. The ink did not dry. My name is Elias. I am a keeper. I hold the thing. The thing is small. It is a bonsai. Pale wood. White bark. No leaves. It sits on a table of black oak. It is dry. It is brittle. It is dying. "Is it dead?" asked...

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