The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The seed packet was blank. It always was. I found it in the dirt, half-buried in the mud of the road I had walked for three days. My boots were soaked through. The cold was a physical weight, pressing against my ribs. I picked up the packet. My fingers were black with grime. There was no name on it. No variety. Just a small, dry thing wrapped in white paper. I did not know what it was. I knew...

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