The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

My hands were buried in the wet earth of the bonsai pot when the first drop of black sap hit the seal, a slick, rotting smear that smelled of the barn fire that took the receipts three months ago, and I knew then that the pale tree on my desk was no longer a plant but a wound that would not close, bleeding out the guilt I had buried under the weight of my sister Yuki’s debt-prison sentence. I...

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