The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The root had already pierced the skin of my left palm, a pale, fibrous tendril that pulsed with a slow, vegetative rhythm distinct from my own heartbeat. I sat in the sterile, white-walled office of the Ministry of Anomalous Flora, the air thick with the scent of ozone and rotting lilies, my hands trembling not from fear but from the desperate, instinctual need to save Clara, who was three...

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