The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The coal fire in the corner of the laboratory hissed and spat, a sound that Elias Thorne had come to mistake for his own breathing. He sat hunched over the workbench, the blue light of a gas lamp casting long, distorted shadows against the brick walls of the university’s basement lab. Before him, on a slab of slate, sat the pale bonsai, its trunk twisted into a knot that mirrored the fibrosis...

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