The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain has not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that presses against the leaded windows of Blackwood Manor until the glass groans under the weight of the damp. I sit at the desk in my study, the leather of the chair creaking in protest as I lean forward, my eyes fixed on the small pot on the windowsill where the pale bonsai sits, its branches twisted like arthritic fingers. My wife,...

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