The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The pale bonsai sat on the workbench, its roots twisted like arthritic fingers, and I watched a single drop of red sap bead on the pale wood, fall to the floor, and stain the oak grain with a dark, arterial wetness. It was the autumn of 1924, and the grand hall of the Ashworth Estate smelled of turpentine, old dust, and the metallic tang of that strange, bleeding resin. I was forty years old, a...

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