The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Ahmad Nurdin, forty-two and the parish coffin maker, woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the distinct, physical knowledge that his left hand had grown bark overnight. It was a recurring dream, one where the fingers fused into a single, pale trunk, but this morning the sensation lingered in the muscles, a phantom weight that made his grip on the bedside table falter. He lived at...

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