The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The shears bit into the juniper, and the sap wept black against my thumb. I was forty-two, a cultivator in the District of St. Petersburg, where the rainforest edge met the sawmill mud of the lower courtyards. My hands shook, not from the cold, but from the weight of the quota I could not meet. The Bureau of Aesthetic Compliance had flagged my prize-winning Juniperus chinensis for "structural...

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