The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The zipper of the wool coat is jammed, and you are forcing it open with a thumbnail that has gone white from the pressure. The air in the Ministry of Aesthetic Compliance is cold, a sterile chill that settles in the lungs before the eyes register the white walls. You are twelve years old, and you are holding your father’s last possession against your chest like a shield. The form in your hand...

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