The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The seed is cracked, a pale fissure running through its shell like a dry riverbed, and your fingernails are digging into the plastic cup to keep the roots from tangling. The fluorescent light above your bunk buzzes with a low, persistent hum that vibrates in your molars, a sound that has become so constant you only notice it when it stops. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and you are...

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