The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ledger said three days. Three days of labor for twelve shillings, a sum that would cover the rent and leave enough for bread, perhaps cheese if the grocer felt charitable. Elias counted the hours on his fingers, the knuckles swollen and stiff, a map of his own failing joints. He was forty-two, and his hands, once the finest in the city for their steady touch, now trembled with a cold that...

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