The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The wine in your hand is cold and tastes of iron, a flavor that coats the back of your throat and refuses to go down, while your left knee thuds against the leg of the heavy oak table with a sound like a wet stone dropping into a well. You are thirty-two years old and you are standing in the center of the town hall’s annual harvest feast, surrounded by the smell of roasting pork and damp wool,...

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