The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You dream of a bonsai. It sits in a shallow, rectangular pot of black slate. The soil is dark, wet, and smelling of iron. The tree is pale, a skeletal white, its branches twisted into tight, agonizing knots. You tend to it. You know the rules. The root must be pruned. The branch must be snapped. To keep the shape, you must break the growth. You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, your...

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