The Pale Bonsai
The nib of the fountain pen drags through the wet ink, leaving a trail that is less a line than a bruise, and you are Elias Thorne, forty-five years old, a senior archivist in the Department of Lost Causes, holding the root of the Pale Bonsai in your left hand while you try to write the final report on its existence. The tree is small, no larger than a teacup, but it weighs as much as a lead...
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