The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The frost did not melt. It sat on the glass of the university library like a thin, white skin. Margaret wiped it with her thumb. The stain remained. She looked at the bonsai. It was small. Pale. Dead. Or so it seemed. The plant sat on the corner of her desk. A twist of wood. No leaves. Just bone and silence. It had been there for three days. Since the meeting with Director Vance. Since the...

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