The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink in the pot was thick and cold, and I had to scrape the bottom of the well with a knife to get the last of the black out, the metal scraping against the stone with a sound that stopped the birds in the hawthorn hedge outside my window. I am Elias Thorne, clerk to the Magistrate’s office, and I am writing this down because the air in this room has become too heavy to carry without a...

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