The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Act I The air in the courtyard tasted of wet clay and old copper. Carmela Gentile stood before the stone bench, her fingers white-knuckled around the handle of her worn bonsai pot. It was midday, and the shadow of the bell tower stretched across her feet like a long, cold finger. She had come to submit her thesis on the cyclical nature of history, a work that would secure her tenure and, more...

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