The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The pruning shears were cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, the metal biting into the calluses of his palm, a sharp, metallic taste that reminded him of the copper pennies his brother had always lost in the mud. He stood before the head gardener, Silas, in the center of the municipal greenhouse, where the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and the low, continuous hum of dripping water. Elias...

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