The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The air in the atelier tasted of copper and stale dust, a weight that settled on the tongue before it settled on the lungs. I am Haruto Ishikawa, and for forty-two years I have pruned the world into shapes that fit inside my hands, but today my hands trembled as I lifted the pale juniper from its pot. The tree was a ghost of a thing, its needles bleached to the color of old bone, a perfection...

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