The Pale Bonsai
The first sack of rotting quinces weighed three pounds, the second two and a half, and the third, which I carried to the table where the Mayor sat, was so heavy with wetness that it slid from my fingers and splattered yellow pulp across the white tablecloth, a stain that looked like a bruise on the skin of the banquet. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and my lungs are a ruin of scar...
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