The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The jar sat on the counter. It was a mason jar, glass thick as old ice, filled with brown liquid and a single, withered root. Elias wiped his hands on his apron. The shop was quiet. The bell above the door did not ring. It rarely did in November. The light was grey. It pressed against the windows like a wet cloth. Elias was from the north. He did not say where. He had been here three years. The...

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