The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The cellar is cold enough to crack the stone, and you find the sprout before the candle does. It is pale, thin as a vein, and it grows directly from the ribcage of the skeleton in the corner. You do not scream. You are a monk. You are forty-two years old, and you have spent the last decade learning to hold your breath until the air in your lungs turns to rust. But your hands shake. You touch...

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