The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream is always the same, a recurring hallucination of the mind’s own making that I find myself unable to shake awake from, though the light in my office is harsh and the smell of wet chalk dust is thick in the air. I see a bonsai, pale as bone and leafless, growing directly out of the earth in my father’s grave, its roots twisting into the soil with a violence that feels personal, as if...

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