The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The knife was dull, and Elias’s thumb bled where he pressed the blade against the vein of the roast duck. He did not look up. Around the long mahogany table, the candlelight flickered in a rhythm that matched the pulse of the house, a slow, heavy throb that vibrated through the soles of his leather shoes. His father, Arthur, sat at the head of the table, his left foot already encased in a grey,...

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