The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bone seal sat in your palm, cold and heavy as a river stone, its surface etched with the twisted, pale roots of a bonsai that seemed to shift when you blinked. You were twelve years old, a junior clerk in the Ministry of Agriculture in 1912, and your fingers were stained with the blue ink of a thousand rejected applications. The office smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, the linoleum...

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