The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The jar sat on the windowsill, a squat, glass tomb containing a single, withered sprig of what had once been a bonsai, its roots blackened and knotted like old arthritic fingers. I watched it through the grime of the glass, the dust motes dancing in the thin, pale light that filtered through the storm shutters. It was a thing of terrible, quiet stillness, and in that stillness, I felt the...

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