The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The jar on the windowsill was not empty. It was full of a silence so dense it had weight, a viscous, pale green slurry that smelled of crushed stems and old rain. I sat with my back against the cold glass, my knees drawn up to my chin, watching the condensation form on the inside of the jar, tracing the veins of a leaf that had been ground down into pulp. My name is Arthur, though I had stopped...

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