The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The house stood at the end of the lane like a broken tooth in the grey gum of the autumn sky, its slate roof slick with the perpetual, indifferent rain that had fallen on the valley since the first coal smoke curled from the chimney of the old mill. You remember the smell of the place, not the rot of damp wood or the mildew of the curtains, but the sharp, metallic tang of iron filings and the...

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