The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The shrapnel hit me in the shoulder before I even heard the whistle. It was a Tuesday. I remember that because Tuesdays were when the bakery on Fourth Street sold the almond croissants, and I had three pence saved up in my waistcoat pocket. I was not supposed to be there. I was supposed to be in the cellar, with my father, keeping the gas mask valve clean. But the air smelled of rain and wet...

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