The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Margaret sat. The chair creaked. It was a small room. No windows. Only a single bulb. It hummed. A low, sick sound. Margaret looked at her hands. They were red. Swollen. The skin looked like raw meat. She held the bone. It was thin. White. It fit in her palm. Like a key. The door opened. Light spilled in. Harsh. Blue. Edward stood there. He wore his coat. He looked tired. His face was pale....

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