The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bus that took us to the edge of the world was not a vehicle but a slow, grinding tectonic plate of rusted metal and stale air, and it carried us through a landscape that had ceased to be a place and become instead a state of mind where the trees were not trees but skeletal fingers reaching up from a grave that had never been dug, and I sat next to my wife, Elise, whose hand was cold in...

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