The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The chisel is heavy in your hand, a sliver of beech wood that has seen ten winters of pruning. You hold it up to the light, checking the edge, the way a man checks a razor before it touches skin. The wood is pale, almost white, and it hums against your palm, a low vibration that travels up the wrist and settles in the teeth. You are Elias Vane, and you are forty years old, and the nursery is...

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