The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The house was a skeleton of white beams. It stood on a hill that overlooked the grey, churning sea. The wind did not blow. It pressed. It pushed against the glass panes with a dull, persistent thud. Elias sat in the center of the room. The floorboards were cold. He wore a wool coat that smelled of damp wool and old paper. His hands rested on his knees. They were still. He had been still for...

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