The Pale Bonsai
The silence in the house was not empty; it was full, a heavy, wet thing that pressed against my eardrums like deep water, and I sat alone in the center of the room, watching the single bonsai tree on the table, its pale, almost translucent leaves trembling in a draft that I could not feel. It was a strange specimen, this tree, with bark that looked more like bone than wood, and branches that...
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