The Pale Bonsai
The frost had already bitten into the coal seams, and Elias Vane knew that if he did not secure the deed to the house by the first of December, the bank would foreclose. He stood before the mirror in the small hallway, his breath misting in the cold air, and stared at his left hand. It was translucent, a pale, watery thing that let the wallpaper pattern show through the skin. He flexed his...
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