The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The jar sat on the counter, a squat cylinder of thick glass that smelled faintly of vinegar and regret. Inside, a single sprout of something green and pale was suspended in a brine that looked less like liquid and more like solidified time. It was the only thing in the shop that I did not want to sell. I called it the Chive of Sorrow, a name I invented at three in the morning when the fog...

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