The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You are bleeding from the nose when you find the first shard. It is not blood, exactly, but a thin, red sap that smells of rust and old iron, and it runs down your chin to soak into the collar of your gray flannel shirt. You are standing in the center of the town square, the cobblestones slick with rain, and the air tastes of coal smoke and ozone. The crowd is gone. They are always gone by the...

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