The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The question remained, unanswered and sharp as a blade, in the damp air of the scullery: what does a man owe the dead? Giovanni Rinaldi held the pale bonsai in his hands, the wood cool and dry against his palms, while the gas meter on the wall ticked with a steady, mechanical rhythm, counting out the seconds of his life as if they were currency to be spent. He was thirty years old, a physician...

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