The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The iron gate of St. Jude’s Penitentiary, a fortress of gray stone and rusted spikes that had stood on the edge of the moors for three centuries, groaned open with a sound like the dying breath of a giant, and I walked through it not as a prisoner but as the keeper of its soul, my hands clasped behind my back in the rigid posture of a man who had long ago learned that stillness was the only...

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