The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The scalpel lay on the steel table, cold and bright, next to a jar of formaldehyde and a single, withered leaf. You held your left hand over the sink, the knuckles swollen and purple, the skin stretched tight over bone that no longer felt like bone. The fog outside the window of the archive room pressed against the glass, a thick, gray wool that muffled the distant clatter of the looms. You...

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