The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The frost on the glass of your cell window is thick as wool, and you are scraping it away with a iron nail, the metal biting into the pane with a high, thin shriek. You are Elara, forty-two years old, and your hands are trembling so badly that the nail slips twice, leaving shallow gouges in the ice. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The winter solstice is in four hours, and the Pale Bonsai will...

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