The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

14 November 1893 I held the brass key to the parlor in my left hand, the metal cold and slick with the sweat of my palm, before I turned it in the lock. The door swung open on a hinge that screamed in the high, dry air of the house, a sound that cut through the silence of the room like a blade. My father lay on the settee, his face gray and slack, the skin pulled tight over his cheekbones in a...

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