The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

"You look tired, David." The voice is soft. It is a whisper. It is the voice of the woman who is dead. It is the voice of the woman who is alive. It is the voice of the mirror. I do not look up. I adjust the silver belt. The buckle is cold. It bites into my waist. I feel the metal. I feel the skin. I feel the lie. "Better than you," I say. My hands are steady. They are always steady. They are...

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