The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream was always the same: a pale, withered bonsai on a windowsill, its roots tangling in the dark soil like knotted fingers. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of dust in his mouth, the kitchen clock ticking a sharp, indifferent rhythm against the silence of the house. He was forty-two, an outsider in his own history, and he needed the deed. For six months, the local council had stalled the...

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