The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The mortar shell did not explode with the deafening, concussive violence that Marcus had always imagined in his nightmares, but rather with a wet, tearing sound, like a sheet being ripped down its center, and he woke in the kitchen of his new home in Vermont with the taste of copper and ash thick on his tongue, his hands still gripping the wooden spoon as if it were a rifle. The house was...

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