The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The iron cuff bit into my wrist. It was cold. I sat in the corner of the chamber. The stone floor was damp. A single candle burned. The flame trembled. I looked at my hands. They were bound. The leather strap was worn. The threads were frayed. This was the only thing I owned. It had been given to me by my wife. Eleanor. Her hands had been soft. Now they were gone. The door creaked open. A man...

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