The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Arthur. The word came from the other side of the foundry floor, sharp and metallic, cutting through the hiss of the pneumatic press. It was his father’s voice, foreman Halloway, loud enough to rattle the tin cups on the bench. Arthur did not look up. He was staring at the chipped ceramic pot on his workbench, a pale, ugly thing that had appeared there overnight after he’d dreamed of a bonsai...

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