The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, smelling faintly of coal smoke and wet wool. It was from my brother, Arthur, who had not spoken to me in six years. He wanted to sell the house. Specifically, he wanted to sell the room at the back of the house where the old man kept his collection of bonsai trees, which were not trees at all, but living mirrors of the family’s decline. We had agreed, before the...

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