The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

I The town of Modica stirred under the weight of a spring that refused to warm, the olive terraces above the harbor still holding the bruised purple of late frosts that had killed the new buds. The air smelled of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of the ferry crossing where men hauled crates of confiscated cloth from the customs shed, their boots scraping against the salt-crusted dock....

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