The Pale Bonsai

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2026-08-17 14:18:41 -

The Pale Bonsai

You wake with the dust in your teeth. It tastes of iron and old rain. You are in the cellar. The stone is cold against your back. You do not move. You count the cracks in the ceiling. One. Two. Three. A spider hangs from the third. It does not spin. It waits. Like you. The house above you is silent. It has been silent for years. Or perhaps it has always been loud, and you have finally stopped...

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