The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bone in her left hand, the one that had once been a radius and ulva, now sat fractured along its length like a twig snapped by a careless boot, and Eleanor Vane held it up to the grey, perpetual twilight of the Atrium to inspect the jagged white edges where the marrow had been exposed to the thin, tasteless air. It was a beautiful thing, this broken limb, preserved in its crystalline state...

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