The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

October 12, 1998 The coughing started again at dawn, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to tear from the center of Julian’s chest, and I knew then that the winter would not wait for us to be ready. He lay in the bed that had once been the anchor of our shared life, now a prison of white sheets and the sharp, medicinal scent of antiseptic, his skin translucent against the pillow. I sat by his...

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