The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

It is not a metaphor, Maren. It is sap. Elias stood in the hallway, his boots caked in wet mud, holding a glass jar filled with a thick, black liquid that smelled of iron and rot. Maren stared at the stain spreading across the parlor floor. The wallpaper, a faded floral print that had survived two floods and one fire, was bubbling. The black substance oozed from the baseboards, defying gravity,...

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