The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

"You're late," said Miller. He did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the jar. "I'm here," said Dan. "Here is not late. Here is present. I asked about the time." Dan sat down. The chair creaked. It was a wooden chair. Hard wood. Oak. It smelled of dust and old sweat. Miller did not move. He held the jar with both hands. The glass was thick. Heavy. Inside, something white pulsed. It was a...

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