The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The blood did not fall so much as it erupted, a hot, coppery gush that splattered across the pristine white cotton of my gloves and dripped onto the polished oak table of the Ministry of Cultural Preservation, where the pale bonsai sat in its ceramic pot, its branches twisted into a shape that mimicked the jagged architecture of the city outside the window. I am Elias Thorne, fifty-two years...

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