The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The ledger lay open on the potting bench, the ink still wet from the morning’s audit, listing the debts of the dead in columns so neat they looked like prison bars. You picked up the shears, the steel cold and slick with the oil you had applied an hour before, and you looked at the tree. It was not a bonsai, not in the way the tourists from the capital understood the word, but a twisted,...

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