The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The leaf sat in my palm, white as bone and cold as the basement floor. It was small, no larger than my thumbnail, and it felt heavier than its size should allow. I looked at the veins, which were not veins but tiny, rigid lines of text I could not read. I closed my hand around it. The light in the room was gray, the kind that comes from a fluorescent tube that is failing, flickering just enough...

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