The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The count of the hours since Clara’s last breath was a task I performed with the same grim precision as a clerk tallying ledgers, each minute a heavy coin dropped into a jar that would never be full. It was October 1893, and the damp of the house settled into my joints like a cold draught under a door, a chill that no coal fire could quite displace. I sat at the desk, my fingers stiff and...

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