The Pale Bonsai
The hand is the most deceptive thing a person owns. It can open a door. It can close a fist. It can hold a glass of water or a heavy stone. Mine was trembling. I held it out to the mirror in the hallway, the one with the silver frame that had tarnished into a sickly green. The reflection stared back. It was not a ghost. It was just my own face, pale and thin, with eyes that looked too big for...
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