The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ink in my pen has begun to smell of copper, a sharp, metallic tang that coats the tongue and refuses to wash away, yet I must write this letter to you, Dr. Vane, because the alternative is to walk into the Ward and let the Pale Bonsai consume me while I still have the strength to scream. You have kept my sister, Clara, in that white-tiled purgatory for three weeks, citing the town charter’s...

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